Moving Day
With mediocre planning and pre-packing I would say that our moving day was kind of a disaster. Let me explain to you why this is so.
1. After waiting an hour in a line (that didn't move) at a place where incompetence is their motto, I found myself angry and frustrated. So I called another place (1 block from where our apartment was) and located ourselves a van. Hooray!
2. Elevators not working in new place so we had to shuttle people to the sub-basement so they could recycle their garbage, and then other times we had to shuttle people up to their apartment with their groceries. My favourite part was when the 86 year old lady came down 3 flights of stairs to yell at us about the elevator. She was going to the booze store.
3. The devil couch. It wouldn't fit in the elevator, and we weren't about to carry it up 15 flights of stairs to find out it wasn't going to get into our front door. So we left it in the lobby. Cut to next morning, we're putting the couch in my parents' van. Someone (who will remain nameless) began to shut the rear door and it shattered because the couch was not in fully. Matt and I then proceeded to drive the van, sans window, to Mississauga, talk about chilly! I feel bad for Matt, he had to drive all the way to Barrie. He was an ice cube.
When all is said and done, we have moved in and unpacked, for the most part, and I'm really liking the apartment. Much quieter and a great location!
Talk soon.
Caryl
1. After waiting an hour in a line (that didn't move) at a place where incompetence is their motto, I found myself angry and frustrated. So I called another place (1 block from where our apartment was) and located ourselves a van. Hooray!
2. Elevators not working in new place so we had to shuttle people to the sub-basement so they could recycle their garbage, and then other times we had to shuttle people up to their apartment with their groceries. My favourite part was when the 86 year old lady came down 3 flights of stairs to yell at us about the elevator. She was going to the booze store.
3. The devil couch. It wouldn't fit in the elevator, and we weren't about to carry it up 15 flights of stairs to find out it wasn't going to get into our front door. So we left it in the lobby. Cut to next morning, we're putting the couch in my parents' van. Someone (who will remain nameless) began to shut the rear door and it shattered because the couch was not in fully. Matt and I then proceeded to drive the van, sans window, to Mississauga, talk about chilly! I feel bad for Matt, he had to drive all the way to Barrie. He was an ice cube.
When all is said and done, we have moved in and unpacked, for the most part, and I'm really liking the apartment. Much quieter and a great location!
Talk soon.
Caryl
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