Moving day is over. We are finally in our new home! Most of the boxes are unpacked, things are functioning at about 90%, the cat and dog have finally figured out that we're not leaving, and I'm back at work. All in all, I couldn't be happier.
However. The process of moving turned me into a raving lunatic bitch and I am sure I owe a few apologies.
To our mortgage guy: You kept telling me everything was going to happen on schedule, and I kept waiting for all hell to break loose. It didn't. I know I drove you crazy calling you to 'check on things' every other day.
To the lady at JC Penneys: I know it wasn't your fault that every single window panel I liked was out of stock. But you were there so who else was I going to get snippy with?
To the customer service guy at the Blinds place: I am sure that you don't get paid enough for me to yell at you because I thought there was no hardware with the blinds. After I hung up on you, I found the hardware. I felt like I should call back and apologize but I was pretty sure you'd see my number on caller ID and not pick up.
To first cable guy: I'm sorry you were at my house for something like 9 hours, but in hindsight, you didn't seem to know what the f*(k you were doing. I know I should apologize over that screaming match about where to put the cable jack in the master bedroom, but I was right and you were wrong, so I don't feel bad about that. Besides, you screwed stuff up which led to me having to spend another day with Cable Guy #2.
To Cable Guy #2: You scratched my new wall with your damn tool belt. Never mind, I don't think I owe you an apology for bitching at you about that.
To the cat: You are 15 and have never been out of our old house except for your once a year vet visit. I know this move literally rocked your world. I'm sorry. But did you really have to piss all over my car?!?
To the dog: It breaks my heart that you try to follow me to the car every time I leave. I know you think I'm going to take you back home! Really, you'll come to love the tiny back yard we have now! I promise!
To my friends: I'm sorry for being missing in action for the past 2 months. This house buying opportunity happened much quicker than expected, so it was all-consuming. And to my friends who I did see, I'm sorry for talking so much about my house hunt. I am sure you are sick of hearing about my travails.
To my family: I know, I was stressed and crazy. I'm sorry. I love you.
There, I think I covered everyone. It has been 18 years since our last move, and I don't plan on doing this again unless and until I can afford to hire someone to take care of everything for me. Which is to say, I won't be moving again!
Oh. I love my new house!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Gave Up Posting for Lent
This is my first post in more than a month. Last year, I gave up the elevator for Lent, and I almost, not by choice, gave up my home computer for Lent this year. (Actually, for this year, I've given up my sanity. So far, I'm doing well at it) Anyway, about a day after my last post, my PC died, for no apparent reason. It just sat there like a big ol' paperweight doing nothing. My immediate panic was about tax records on Microsoft money, and my checking account balances. Then, of course, I couldn't indulge my recent addiction to Facebook. We finally remember that, our son had purchased the extended warranty when he bought us this computer a year or so ago, so I was relieved to think that I'd be back in business after a quick, and free repair. Free, yes. Quick, not so much.
We returned the computer to Best Buy's "Geek Squad" for repairs. Turns out, the Geek Squad doesn't really fix anything. They ship everything to their "repair center", which, I now presume, is in another solar system on the planet Romulus. They tell us it will take 3 weeks or so. "Three weeks!" we exclaim. They give us this look that says, "and you think we don't hear this 9,273 times a day?" So we were excited when they called TWO weeks later and said our computer was back. (See, I think they tell you three weeks so that you think they're wonderful when it's "only" 2 weeks).
We became less excited very quickly. Thank goodness we thought to ask them to test it out in store, because when they did, what happened was.....nothing. Still dead. As dead as they day we dropped it off. So, the friendly-ish "geek" promised to send it back and have it "expedited".
Two more weeks passed. No computer. I called and was told that the "repair que" showed that parts had been ordered. I informed the clerk that two weeks seemed like an awful long time for a returned repair that had supposedly been "expedited". He ever so helpfully offered to have the matter "escalated". Not sure what THAT means, but I was pretty sure it meant I still had no computer, no access to Microsoft Money OR my addictive solitaire games.
A few more days went by, and since our computer had already been "expedited" and "escalated", I wasn't sure what to expect next. Excommunicated? Ex calibrated? Exonerated? Anyway, happily, the "que" showed that it had been shipped.
One month later, the computer is back, all data intact. The checkbook is balanced. Taxes aren't paid, but my excuse is gone. And I can get back to the really important business of working on my Pathwords score on Facebook.
We returned the computer to Best Buy's "Geek Squad" for repairs. Turns out, the Geek Squad doesn't really fix anything. They ship everything to their "repair center", which, I now presume, is in another solar system on the planet Romulus. They tell us it will take 3 weeks or so. "Three weeks!" we exclaim. They give us this look that says, "and you think we don't hear this 9,273 times a day?" So we were excited when they called TWO weeks later and said our computer was back. (See, I think they tell you three weeks so that you think they're wonderful when it's "only" 2 weeks).
We became less excited very quickly. Thank goodness we thought to ask them to test it out in store, because when they did, what happened was.....nothing. Still dead. As dead as they day we dropped it off. So, the friendly-ish "geek" promised to send it back and have it "expedited".
Two more weeks passed. No computer. I called and was told that the "repair que" showed that parts had been ordered. I informed the clerk that two weeks seemed like an awful long time for a returned repair that had supposedly been "expedited". He ever so helpfully offered to have the matter "escalated". Not sure what THAT means, but I was pretty sure it meant I still had no computer, no access to Microsoft Money OR my addictive solitaire games.
A few more days went by, and since our computer had already been "expedited" and "escalated", I wasn't sure what to expect next. Excommunicated? Ex calibrated? Exonerated? Anyway, happily, the "que" showed that it had been shipped.
One month later, the computer is back, all data intact. The checkbook is balanced. Taxes aren't paid, but my excuse is gone. And I can get back to the really important business of working on my Pathwords score on Facebook.
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