This is the week we move into our new house. And leave the old one.
- The mover hasn't given us the boxes we've been requesting for 2 weeks. We need more boxes! I just spoke to him about why I didn't get them as promised on Saturday morning, and he told me that the guy driving the truck stopped to fuel up, and put in regular gasoline instead of diesel. In a diesel engine.
So that kind of fucked things up that day. And then he told me that he needs to work in a better part of the contract about not dropping off extra boxes after the first drop. Um, no? I'm paying you $3000 to move my ass, and you will bring me more boxes when I realize that you didn't give me enough in the 1st place, asshole. That's what it means to provide a "moving service"! Jeezy chreezy on a cracker...
- The new house has had almost all the popcorn ceilings scraped off. Just not in the great room because the vaulted ceilings require scaffolding (is that how that's spelled? I dunno...) to reach them, and the dude with the scaffolding didn't make it down last week, so now they aren't starting until today, and oh yeah...um, WE MOVE IN ON WEDNESDAY.
I just told my girlfriends that it's like an HGTV remodel show came in, tore everything up, and then left one contractor behind to fix it all again. And we have 24 hours left.
I'm mildly stressed. That's all.
- Leo gets home tonight, and we'll get back to packing, and then wait for more boxes to arrive (even though my expensive mover didn't want to give them to us, apparently. Which would have been good to know around, oh, I don't know...TWO WEEKS AGO when we started asking for them!), and then pack some more.
I can't wait till this is all done, y'all. I'll take pictures of the mess, so you can see what I mean. Oh, and I have a final walk-through with the buyers at our house on Wednesday afternoon, after we move out. I'm just not looking forward to that. ::sigh::
And today is the anniversary of my mother's death. Vunderbar.
I need a margarita. A big, strong one, yo...