Okay, today has been… interesting. I’m sick. I had to teach this morning and work other job all afternoon. International movers call LAST NIGHT to say “we’ll be at the customs office at <some random wrong address> tomorrow at 8am, meet us there with international money order you just keep lying around your house for a few thousand dollars USD and here’s a blank-air spot where we’re probably saying our cell number.”
So, um, today has been interesting. Yes. Jim trying to explain where they need to go for Customs (we had already researched all this and I think we’re the only people in northern BC who knows the right place). There was the totally wrong place, the old place, and the new place as of last year. We knew the right one. At the airport - how random is that? And how FREAKEN FAR OUT OF TOWN!! I’m at work as I have to teach. Jim has no car to access. Airport is 20 min away.
Jim manages to catch airporter as it was right around the corner on it’s route. WHOOT! Nine bucks instead of 30. When he gets there the movers are kinda grumbly at Jim about, well, whatever. They are just kinda poopy and demanding and wanting him to have been there quicker (wha? we couldn’t have driven there quicker..).
They all go in to Customs and then they a got finger waggled at them by the customs dude (ha!) as they should have arranged things better - there is only one dude and if he was out or sick or if a flight had come in that could have meant waiting hours or even DAYS…. He tells them their company is not organized and this is not how they should do things. Not totally the moving dude’s fault, but a bit of a confirmation that the gong-show-ness is not from our end.
Then they have our wrong home address. That is taken care of. Then they won’t unload without full payment, I’m busy teaching enough of my class that they feel they got a class (our last week of classes), I’m using my lunch hour super early to run down to the bank and get the money order and run home, they’re threatening to charge us “waiting time” for at home and at the airport (WTF??) claiming they gave up 24 hours notice to get our side in order (not). I arrive to a pacing husband and a sister hearding kitties into the basement. Husband has phone the head office and made it clear how he feels about all this and the notion of a fee for waiting.
The movers? A dude and this little tiny lady. FOR REAL!
So they start taking stuff out and I hang for a minute to see if anything is going to explode. They are unloading all this stuff from other moves (huge truck) and we’re like - okay, if they couldn’t unload our stuff without payment (I dunno, fair enough) they certainly could have staged things a bit with the five other households between the end of the truck and our stuff….
I have to get to work. There is furniture all over the road and our lawn. I’m thinking “garage sale”, but have to get to work. I see this little old couple coming down the road who will probably try to buy something. Almost worth seeing what they want, but little old people at garage sales always just offer you way too little for things. I once had a lady once try to get me to drop the price on a little figuring. She kept pointing out it was chipped. I kept pointing out I was only charging twenty-five cents.
So yeah, Jim just called. The stuff is in the house. The movers are loading up the lawn furniture. The kitties are out of the basement and climbing everything. There was no demand for waiting fees so Jim’s call to head office paid off. Jim kept saying what a bummer of a birthday this had ended up being for me with the stress and the running around (let alone the sick and the working two jobs). But I’m just thinking, for the first time in all of this courtship, in the years and years of paperwork and everything, finally Jim and I have all our things together. We are totally living together, our stuff is together, we’re together.
Is a good birthday.