Last week I had a bit of a mid-week melt down. I was re-reading emails from the moving company, just to make sure I wasn't missing anything, as I seem to be obsessive about doing lately. And in it, I read that I was supposed to receive a call from this one particular guy in charge of scheduling the time for the move. I hadn't gotten a call yet! Had I missed it? Was I FALLING BEHIND?!?!?! So I fretted about it for about 30 minutes, until Stephen finally got fed up with it and told me to just knock it off and call them already. So I did. The conversation consisted of the following:
Amy: (panic filled voice complete with bulging hysteria eyes) Blahblahblah have I missed it did I screw up when when ARGH!!!
MoverGuy: (quiet calm soothing voice complete with aromatherapy) Relax. I won't set a date until Friday, and I will call you on Friday and let you know.
Amy: (still panic, but muffled) Oh, ok. I guess I will talk to you Friday then. (But in her head she is THINKING "oh no now he thinks I'm obsessive compulsive and he will think I am being too strange and will not want to work with me ARGH!!!" and on and on.)
So time passes and Friday comes and I almost sit by the phone, waiting for MoverGuy to call until Kelley comes into town which I forgot about and then it is 6 pm and I realise that he never called.
I fume for the weekend. How dare he think me obsessive compulsive! How dare he when it is not him moving to England, packing up an entire house and having to choose what to take and what stays, it's just HIS job, who the heck does he think he is anyway?
So Monday I call. No answer. I leave a message and then I manage to wait an hour and call again. No answer. Message. The third time I get someone, they put me on hold, then MoverGuy gets on the phone.
Amy: (semblance of calm hiding panic) I really just need to know what time you all will be here tomorrow because it is tomorrow and I don't know what time you will be here tomorrow...
MoverGuy: We have been trying to get ahold of you all week. We won't be there tomorrow. We haven't scheduled you yet.
Amy: (all semblance of calm shattered into a bazillion pieces) WHAT?!?!?!?! But I have to be out of my house and... *sputter sputter*
MoverGuy: Let me call you back today and we will schedule you.
So I wait... and at 4:30 call them back. He needs 20 more minutes and he SWEARS he will call me back. He does, 45 minutes later. To tell me that he will call me in the morning because he can't schedule me.
ARGH!!!
So I am NOT moving today. I have NO IDEA when I am moving. I have to be moved OUT of my house by Monday next, and I have NO IDEA when I am moving.
Why does 8 seconds on a bull seem like a lifetime? I'm holding on by the skin of my teeth but it just doesn't seem to help. Breathe, breathe. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
The Problem with Invisible Movers...
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Just saw your blog; I was hoping it said that the movers were coming at so and so time. Listen,
if you need a place to stay, anything, just let us know. This will all work out. As they say in Shakespeare in Love, "How will it work out? I don't know. It's a mystery." Just have faith. It will be ok. This is just a test of your mettle and the support network you can lean on. All will get done.
Let me know how I can help.
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