ok so can we say Candice has left the building. For the last two days I have put up with people in and out of my house like crazy, and acting like they lived there. You want to talk about feeling invaded. Let me explain. Transportation hired a moving company to come in and pack us up for our move. Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely grateful to not have to do it myself and so is Brian. But they are crazy. Going thru your personal items, looking at your pictures. One guy even asked me who were the people in the picture and where were they at. Are you kidding me. Shall I hand you a pair of my panties to sniff while your making yourself at home???? Want me to pop the top off a beer for you?
Our plan was if we took care of our packers they would take care of us. Right.......neither one of us thought to improvise a second plan. Brian and I thought hey if we provide breakfast and lunch, they would take extra care to packing our things. I mean after all it's all we have and not that you can take it with you if the good Lord saw fit to call on ya. But c'mon now, it is ours and we worked hard for it. Nah they were chunking stuff around, dragging furniture across the tile as if they laid that shit and so forth.
Now here is the part I really took issue with. The inventory accounting. Here is where they list a description of the packed item and the condition. Anyone who knows me knows I am a clean freak. No I am a obsessive or anal as Cathleen my daughter in law says.......CLEAN FREAK. So you can imagine my horror when I'm reading this list and everything says and I mean I'm horrified. Every piece of furniture we owned they marked as soiled, damaged, dented, scratched and so forth. What the hell are you kidding me. Over half the furniture in our house is new because we've slowly replaced everything in the last year. And soiled, are you kidding me. Aaron has a brand new mattress on his bed, not even two months old. Not a single stain or even water spot and you want to tell me it's soiled. So the more I read the more pissed I'm getting. For someone to not know you and their reading this you would think man these people are just trash. So being the person I am much to my husband's demise.....I start asking what the hell.
The mover's response was that anything used, sat on, and even slept on was considered soiled. Everything that is moved in or around a house is considered scratched, scuffed and/or dented. Ok I'll give them the benefit of the doubt because they have no idea who their dealing with....I'm crazy myself after all. I graduated from the school of B.S with honors. So I asked the lady that since I sat on my ass to potty, did that label me as soiled also. Brian says the look on her face would have been fantastic on the mastercard priceless commercial. It's not that I meant to be so crass, but I did have a point to make after all. So after a tense pause the lady proceeds to explan that it's just company policy. So I in returned stated I thought the company was trying to CYA, since they had to cover any and all damages 100%. Another awkard pause. So now I'm given the opportunty to make my own comments on the inventory sheet. Imagine her surprise when I made annectoes on each item I disagreed with, and also stated "refer to video footage" See that B.S degree pays off. Prior to packing we video taped our entire household. Up, down, frontways, backways and anyway you can imagine of taping. No awkard pause this time....just a tense thankyou Ma'am.
So again while I'm thankful for not having to pack myself. But again I am glad that's over with..
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