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Well, as you may have noticed, I've been gone for several days now. A lot has happened in that time, and I'm going to bitch about it now.
This all starts on Friday, June 28th. I wake up early in the morning to go rent a U-Haul. No luck, I try every truck rental place in town and nobody has a truck available till Sunday. On my way home, as I'm pulling into the driveway, who should be there but my landlady to tell me people will be coming by to look at the place and she'll be there on Sunday to inspect. I tell her that we can't find a U-Haul, can she come by on Monday. She's ok with that, so cool.
I get on-line, register for U-Haul (costs me $5 to request a truck on line) and have to drive a 30 mile trip to go pick up a truck.
They don't have the size I need and I end up with the biggest truck they have to offer, fender to fender it's almost 40 feet long. Thankfully I can drive a stick shift or this post would be a lot bitchier then it's going to be. I get the truck home, back it up and we load what's ready. So far I haven't had any problems driving the truck (can you see foreshadowing here?).
Once loaded we start our first trip to the apartment, on the way in to the complex I hit a large brick and stucco divider, tear 4 bricks out of it and dump a lot of the stuff stacked in the truck all over the inside. This scratches a TV and pretty much ruins a perfectly good guitar. Go me.
So we're unloading the truck (did I mention my apartment is on the 2nd floor) when I starts to rain.
It rains off and on the rest of the move.
This is just Friday.
Saturday
I have to work Saturday, so it's up to my BF and Lorrimar to get packing. When I get home I'm walking past the truck when I notice the rear tire is flat. I call U-Haul to get help but I've left my rental contract at the apartment, they hang up on me. I go get the contract, call them back, somebody will be out in a hour. An hour and half later I get a call, the guy is on his way, he's there 30 min after that.
By now it's dark, he takes off the tire and lo and behold the inside part of the rim is bent backwards (not my fault, really, the guy says there is no way I could of done that) but he doesn't have a rim to replace it. He does his thing, tells me it's against DOT regulations and he wouldn't be surprised if the tire blew off the rim. Yee Haw.
Well it's too late at this point to take stuff to the apartment so we stay the night at the house. This is made most enjoyable by the fact that my bed was the first thing in the truck and is now behind the rest of our stuff. I spend the night on the floor.
Sunday
We finish loading up the truck leaving stuff that will fit in the cars behind. We get to the storage shed, unload what goes there and it begins to rain again.
Off to the apartment, still raining, I manage not to smash anything this time (somebody has already picked up the bricks and set them back in place, but you can still tell) and we unload the truck.
We hurry to take the truck back hoping we'll only be charged for two days. I leave a note for the guy to call me so I can tell him about the tire and pass out as soon as I get to bed.
Monday
The landlady is due at 330, we still haven't cleaned the house or called to have the carpets cleaned because we didn't know when we'd be done.
Ardsgaine comes out and patches some holes in the drywall for me (thanks again!) while I'm busy cleaning.
Ardsgaine leaves, I go to vacuum the room he's in and my vacuum explodes. No, really. Poof! the canister blows off, it makes this really loud grinding noise and the smell of burning plastic fills the air.
At this point I've decided that god does exist, he just really really hates me.
Lorrimar and my BF show up and while they're busy getting the garbage out to the curb I'm still cleaning. I don't think we're going to make the 330 deadline.
I still haven't heard from the U-Haul guy, I check the phone line, it's been cutoff. I borrow a cell phone, tell him what's up, ask for the final bill amount and he over charges my debit card $30 for insurance I didn't request. It takes 5 days to get my money back.
While I'm on the phone with him the landlady shows up. She's 30 min early and I can tell by the look of shock on her face and the fact she can't take her hand away from her mouth, she's not happy.
Turns out she's already rented the place and the new renters might show up tonight. Oops.
We promise her things will work out, offer a brief explanation as to what's been happening, and she agrees to come out the next day at 1100. Somehow it feels more like a stay of execution, not a pardon.
My mom stops by after work and helps me finish the cleaning of the house. By 800 the only thing left to do is vacuum (mom's going to bring her's into town tomorrow) and have the carpets cleaned (Mom has made an appointment for that for me [thanks mom!] and they should be there at 900).
Monday also happens to be my 23rd birthday, so we go out and I get some much needed alcohol in my system.
Tuesday
I'm up at 800 again, go to my Mom's work, get the vacuum and by 900 all I need to do is wait for the carpet cleaning guys and this will all be over with. Fat chance. By 945 the carpet cleaning guys haven't showed up, but the city has and they just turned off the water and electricity. After knocking on several doors to try and borrow a phone, I find nobody home on our street. I write the carpet guys a note and drive to an ATM to get some money for a payphone.
Well, because the U-Haul guy overcharged my debit card, I have no money in my account until that gets cleared up. I end up driving back to my mom's office, she gives them a call at which point we find out they have no record of the appointment. They blame my mom, she blames them, they agree to come out anyway.
By the time I get to the house they are already there. They do, by far, the best job I have ever seen. I have Lorrimar's credit card to pay for the job, but they don't take credit. I have to drive out later that day with cash to make payment. Ok, no big deal there, at least the house is ready.
The landlady is 30 min late, but she is so worried that the house won't be ready she shows up with a car full of cleaning supplies. She's so happy the house is ready she says she could kiss me. Thankfully she doesn't and I leave.
Well, that's it for the move. There's more after that, but that's for another long involved post.
Later,
This all starts on Friday, June 28th. I wake up early in the morning to go rent a U-Haul. No luck, I try every truck rental place in town and nobody has a truck available till Sunday. On my way home, as I'm pulling into the driveway, who should be there but my landlady to tell me people will be coming by to look at the place and she'll be there on Sunday to inspect. I tell her that we can't find a U-Haul, can she come by on Monday. She's ok with that, so cool.
I get on-line, register for U-Haul (costs me $5 to request a truck on line) and have to drive a 30 mile trip to go pick up a truck.
They don't have the size I need and I end up with the biggest truck they have to offer, fender to fender it's almost 40 feet long. Thankfully I can drive a stick shift or this post would be a lot bitchier then it's going to be. I get the truck home, back it up and we load what's ready. So far I haven't had any problems driving the truck (can you see foreshadowing here?).
Once loaded we start our first trip to the apartment, on the way in to the complex I hit a large brick and stucco divider, tear 4 bricks out of it and dump a lot of the stuff stacked in the truck all over the inside. This scratches a TV and pretty much ruins a perfectly good guitar. Go me.
So we're unloading the truck (did I mention my apartment is on the 2nd floor) when I starts to rain.
It rains off and on the rest of the move.
This is just Friday.
Saturday
I have to work Saturday, so it's up to my BF and Lorrimar to get packing. When I get home I'm walking past the truck when I notice the rear tire is flat. I call U-Haul to get help but I've left my rental contract at the apartment, they hang up on me. I go get the contract, call them back, somebody will be out in a hour. An hour and half later I get a call, the guy is on his way, he's there 30 min after that.
By now it's dark, he takes off the tire and lo and behold the inside part of the rim is bent backwards (not my fault, really, the guy says there is no way I could of done that) but he doesn't have a rim to replace it. He does his thing, tells me it's against DOT regulations and he wouldn't be surprised if the tire blew off the rim. Yee Haw.
Well it's too late at this point to take stuff to the apartment so we stay the night at the house. This is made most enjoyable by the fact that my bed was the first thing in the truck and is now behind the rest of our stuff. I spend the night on the floor.
Sunday
We finish loading up the truck leaving stuff that will fit in the cars behind. We get to the storage shed, unload what goes there and it begins to rain again.
Off to the apartment, still raining, I manage not to smash anything this time (somebody has already picked up the bricks and set them back in place, but you can still tell) and we unload the truck.
We hurry to take the truck back hoping we'll only be charged for two days. I leave a note for the guy to call me so I can tell him about the tire and pass out as soon as I get to bed.
Monday
The landlady is due at 330, we still haven't cleaned the house or called to have the carpets cleaned because we didn't know when we'd be done.
Ardsgaine comes out and patches some holes in the drywall for me (thanks again!) while I'm busy cleaning.
Ardsgaine leaves, I go to vacuum the room he's in and my vacuum explodes. No, really. Poof! the canister blows off, it makes this really loud grinding noise and the smell of burning plastic fills the air.
At this point I've decided that god does exist, he just really really hates me.
Lorrimar and my BF show up and while they're busy getting the garbage out to the curb I'm still cleaning. I don't think we're going to make the 330 deadline.
I still haven't heard from the U-Haul guy, I check the phone line, it's been cutoff. I borrow a cell phone, tell him what's up, ask for the final bill amount and he over charges my debit card $30 for insurance I didn't request. It takes 5 days to get my money back.
While I'm on the phone with him the landlady shows up. She's 30 min early and I can tell by the look of shock on her face and the fact she can't take her hand away from her mouth, she's not happy.
Turns out she's already rented the place and the new renters might show up tonight. Oops.
We promise her things will work out, offer a brief explanation as to what's been happening, and she agrees to come out the next day at 1100. Somehow it feels more like a stay of execution, not a pardon.
My mom stops by after work and helps me finish the cleaning of the house. By 800 the only thing left to do is vacuum (mom's going to bring her's into town tomorrow) and have the carpets cleaned (Mom has made an appointment for that for me [thanks mom!] and they should be there at 900).
Monday also happens to be my 23rd birthday, so we go out and I get some much needed alcohol in my system.
Tuesday
I'm up at 800 again, go to my Mom's work, get the vacuum and by 900 all I need to do is wait for the carpet cleaning guys and this will all be over with. Fat chance. By 945 the carpet cleaning guys haven't showed up, but the city has and they just turned off the water and electricity. After knocking on several doors to try and borrow a phone, I find nobody home on our street. I write the carpet guys a note and drive to an ATM to get some money for a payphone.
Well, because the U-Haul guy overcharged my debit card, I have no money in my account until that gets cleared up. I end up driving back to my mom's office, she gives them a call at which point we find out they have no record of the appointment. They blame my mom, she blames them, they agree to come out anyway.
By the time I get to the house they are already there. They do, by far, the best job I have ever seen. I have Lorrimar's credit card to pay for the job, but they don't take credit. I have to drive out later that day with cash to make payment. Ok, no big deal there, at least the house is ready.
The landlady is 30 min late, but she is so worried that the house won't be ready she shows up with a car full of cleaning supplies. She's so happy the house is ready she says she could kiss me. Thankfully she doesn't and I leave.
Well, that's it for the move. There's more after that, but that's for another long involved post.
Later,
@ Ardsgaine
