I really don’t know what made my father think that we didn’t really have to pack everything until the day before since the movers were only going to be moving the big furniture (we own the apartment ’till the end of the month). The big move came and went with problems galore.
First of all, the movers came half an hour early. The elevators couldn’t be used until 9am (building rules), so they couldn’t start right away. We were all still in the middle of packing when they arrived. We had unfortunately run out of boxes, so there were still lots of small things cluttered around the apartment. They got as much as they could out, but we eventually ran out of time. The elevator is booked in 2-hour blocks. And wouldn’t you know it, we ran out of time. We tried to continue, but eventually another group that was moving came to our apartment and said that they needed the elevator.
The guy had vodka on his breath. Fuckers.
They only said that they would need an hour because all of their client’s things were already in boxes–”not like [ours]”
Fuckers.
So yes, we allowed them to go ahead. Of course, they took the full two hours instead.
Fuckers.
In the end, my father arranged for the movers to come in a second time…today–Monday. That way, they could just load all the big necessities on Saturday, and come back for the rest on Monday when we’re a bit better prepared. Hell, I’m sure the movers don’t mind since they’re getting paid twice the amount as a result.
As we were moving things into the house, there were lots of obstacles we ran into. We had a couch and an entertainment centre that wouldn’t go downstairs into the basement. We had a couch that wouldn’t even go in the front door, so it’s now sitting in the garage until we can get the door off the hinges to get it in. The movers dented and broke a few things…like the wood on some of the couches, and the foot plate on the freezer.
These people, although somewhat nice (not really) were very unprofessional. I’m not happy.
After the move on Saturday, we had to make several round trips loading the van and taking it all over to the new place. On Sunday, it bitterly cold. It wasn’t really the cold that hurt, but it was the high wind that blew the cold air at high speeds over my hands. Pity poor me–I had to carry lots of heavy things with my hands exposed. I had to lean against the wind in an attempt not to get toppled over.
In the end, there’s still going to be lots of things left over once the movers are done today. I’m sure the superintendants in the apartment building are starting to get annoyed by it all…and who could blame them. Not many people intend on carrying out a big move over the span of a whole month.
I never want to do this again.
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