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Are you kidding me?
Jul. 16th, 2014 06:33 pmI mean seriously, are you kidding me? We're supposed to start moving in Friday and our keys are still not in our hands. Which wouldn't be awful if the following weren't also in play:
1) The previous tenant was to give us our keys before she left the area. She's now in Greenville.
2) Our landlady lives out of state and just had a new baby.
3) The power is to be turned on tomorrow but since we haven't even been able to get in to look at the place again to figure out where the fuck things are supposed to go, we have no idea if all the breakers are, in fact, in the off position.
4) The reason the power is supposed to be switched tomorrow is so we can start cleaning Friday. Y'know, move in day.
I am severely cheesed off because we asked the previous tenant to let us know when she could let us peek and start the furniture plan (knowing she was leaving the area but not when) last week. The beginning of last week. Monday, I believe. Possibly Sunday.
She got back to us on Wednesday to say oh noes, they'd moved out already and were out of the area and didn't know if landlady wanted her to mail her keys to LL or to us. Then Thursday LL let her know that she should mail the keys to us. Which is no problem because since they're still in state, it should just be two days by mail! So Mums replies and we begin to wait. Starting Saturday, I skip out to the mailbox religiously to check because we really need to get back into the townhouse to see how much space we're really dealing with, y'know? Like, will our hallway of bookcases be able to be reconstructed there or will we be screwed in that department? Also, Mums and I can't recall things like whether there's an actual closet downstairs. Y'know, stuff like that.
Saturday is a bust but I figured that one was a long shot since our local post offices only do pick-up once a day and that's at 5pm. Which is just stupid for the inside stuff but hey, no one asked me.
But Monday! Monday we should be golden, right?
No. Um, wtf? Email to ask when the keys were sent and how. If I'm supposed to be stalking like, Fedex, I should probably know that, y'know? Tuesday. No.
Okay, wtfuzzy.
She replies. Says the following email should've been sent two days ago (Sunday? Saturday?) and that with all the rain, the envelope they used was damaged and that they re-sent it... I'm not entirely sure when, but it should've been here today. Or tomorrow. (As in Wednesday or Thursday. I think.)
I'm a little cheesed off until I do the mental math and figure Wednesday isn't awful although it's annoying and really, they should've overnighted that sucker when the first attempt went awry because these aren't unimportant things, they're the motherfucking keys to get into the townhouse! Sometimes you take the financial hit, okay?
Yeah.
No keys today either.
Head, meet piano. Piano, please take away my worries.
I am pissed. Everything about this move is pissing me off. I am in so much physical pain due to my headache that if I thought there was a chance in HELL I had the time, I'd call out and say to hell with it. BUT I don't, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to use the time wisely in a productive moving manner so it'd just annoy me even more.
Tomorrow the water/electric are to be turned on, knock on wood. The landlady is overnighting us her copy of the key, so it'll be a race to see whether her key or the previous tenant's keys get here first. Friday I'm supposed to clean (joy.) and Saturday was supposed to be the movers but that didn't work out, so they'll be here Sunday. Monday is the cable/internet switch if all goes according to back up plan C.
The movers are only really responsible for moving the furniture and a few boxes, maybe, if there's time because we can really only afford them for three hours. That should, I hope, be enough time.
Still need to secure a storage unit, but I did put in the change of address form at the PO, so that's a thing.
So many, many boxes.
I hate moving. I hate it so much I could punch things.
But there's a bright spot in here somewhere. Not sure where, but hey, I'll find it.
1) The previous tenant was to give us our keys before she left the area. She's now in Greenville.
2) Our landlady lives out of state and just had a new baby.
3) The power is to be turned on tomorrow but since we haven't even been able to get in to look at the place again to figure out where the fuck things are supposed to go, we have no idea if all the breakers are, in fact, in the off position.
4) The reason the power is supposed to be switched tomorrow is so we can start cleaning Friday. Y'know, move in day.
I am severely cheesed off because we asked the previous tenant to let us know when she could let us peek and start the furniture plan (knowing she was leaving the area but not when) last week. The beginning of last week. Monday, I believe. Possibly Sunday.
She got back to us on Wednesday to say oh noes, they'd moved out already and were out of the area and didn't know if landlady wanted her to mail her keys to LL or to us. Then Thursday LL let her know that she should mail the keys to us. Which is no problem because since they're still in state, it should just be two days by mail! So Mums replies and we begin to wait. Starting Saturday, I skip out to the mailbox religiously to check because we really need to get back into the townhouse to see how much space we're really dealing with, y'know? Like, will our hallway of bookcases be able to be reconstructed there or will we be screwed in that department? Also, Mums and I can't recall things like whether there's an actual closet downstairs. Y'know, stuff like that.
Saturday is a bust but I figured that one was a long shot since our local post offices only do pick-up once a day and that's at 5pm. Which is just stupid for the inside stuff but hey, no one asked me.
But Monday! Monday we should be golden, right?
No. Um, wtf? Email to ask when the keys were sent and how. If I'm supposed to be stalking like, Fedex, I should probably know that, y'know? Tuesday. No.
Okay, wtfuzzy.
She replies. Says the following email should've been sent two days ago (Sunday? Saturday?) and that with all the rain, the envelope they used was damaged and that they re-sent it... I'm not entirely sure when, but it should've been here today. Or tomorrow. (As in Wednesday or Thursday. I think.)
I'm a little cheesed off until I do the mental math and figure Wednesday isn't awful although it's annoying and really, they should've overnighted that sucker when the first attempt went awry because these aren't unimportant things, they're the motherfucking keys to get into the townhouse! Sometimes you take the financial hit, okay?
Yeah.
No keys today either.
Head, meet piano. Piano, please take away my worries.
I am pissed. Everything about this move is pissing me off. I am in so much physical pain due to my headache that if I thought there was a chance in HELL I had the time, I'd call out and say to hell with it. BUT I don't, and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to use the time wisely in a productive moving manner so it'd just annoy me even more.
Tomorrow the water/electric are to be turned on, knock on wood. The landlady is overnighting us her copy of the key, so it'll be a race to see whether her key or the previous tenant's keys get here first. Friday I'm supposed to clean (joy.) and Saturday was supposed to be the movers but that didn't work out, so they'll be here Sunday. Monday is the cable/internet switch if all goes according to back up plan C.
The movers are only really responsible for moving the furniture and a few boxes, maybe, if there's time because we can really only afford them for three hours. That should, I hope, be enough time.
Still need to secure a storage unit, but I did put in the change of address form at the PO, so that's a thing.
So many, many boxes.
I hate moving. I hate it so much I could punch things.
But there's a bright spot in here somewhere. Not sure where, but hey, I'll find it.