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September 02, 2007
Finding Zen
This weekend has been one big tragedy of errors and I am one step away from having a total breakdown.
A 2-hour trip to IKEA yesterday, in which I fought alongside every pregnant woman within a 100-mile radius, resulted in having to abandon the ONE item that I ended up finding in stock (a new desk), because the box wouldn't fit in my parents' car--a car I had borrowed specifically because it had trunk space equivalent to the entire interior volume of my Miata.
And today, I am STILL locked out of my new condo because the developer failed to remove the "safety pin" from the front door lock. They promised to fix it on Friday, but when Ms. Wish to See graciously showed up this morning to deliver a couple of items they had been holding, lo and behold, I was still unable to get in my front door.
I've spent two hours on the phone with everyone I can think of--the building developer, the warranty company, the building management company, the building sellers, the project developer, etc. None of them can help--and the ones that can aren't picking up the phone AND HAVE THEIR VOICEMAIL TURNED OFF.
What this means is that I will have to arrange a completely separate day sometime next week to get moved in--I can't even use the "day off" tomorrow since apparently everyone is too busy enjoying the fruits of their labor to fix their gross incompetence from the previous week.
Add to this the fact that I have to "reserve" the loading dock and elevator space in order to properly move all of the big furniture, and the management company failed to return my call on Friday morning, meaning that I have no way of knowing when I might be able to actually move my belongings over It better be next week since come 5 a.m. on Sunday morning I'll be on a plane to the Canadian wilderness.
The bottom line: at the moment I am a proud (and heavily leveraged) owner of an empty condo that will apparently remain out of my reach for the next two days--the only two days in the next month that I had managed to clear for this purpose.
To top everything off, I thought that at least I could run a few errands on the way back to my old place (where I will spend the remainder of the day trying to work on Big Idea stuff that will be impossible to complete this week due to rearranged moving schedules). Unfortunately, my trip to the Big Idea mail box was in vain, since I hadn't brought my keys (having driven my parents' car--now filled with stuff delivered from Ms. Wish to See). The bag of cleaning supplies and groceries that I picked up from Trader Joe's ripped and spilled pasta and tile cleaner all over the sidewalk, and a next of baby spiders appears to have taken root in the growing piles of boxes patiently waiting in the basement for their day of glory.
Getting drunk and blowing the rest of the day off in a fit of pique sounds like the only option left to me.
Comments
Well Canada welcomes you back, where abouts in Canada are you headed this time?
Posted by: tas at September 3, 2007 09:25 AM
