Friday, July 3, 2009

Friday, July 3, 2009
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Sunny and pleasant

I survived! First and foremost, that’s the good news, although I’m exhausted now the adrenalin rush is over.

I got down there early and waited for the truck. It was a darned big truck. My stuff took up about a third of it. There were a few tense moments, and the manager who’s waged the personal vendetta against me for over a year wouldn’t deal with me or even look at me. Fine, as long as I get service. The employees — all new since the last time I was there — who did deal with me were pleasant and friendly (what a shock), and after a bit of a glitch about where to park the truck, we got upstairs, along with a crew of another person who was moving out not only of the same floor, but the same storage line as I was!

There were three guys. They were really friendly and really fast. I’d brought water and extra bags and face masks in case it got dusty. They had the unit unloaded in less than two hours. The other woman moving out had a gorgeous, large antique bureau. She’s moving to Iowa to go to grad school and can’t take any furniture; UHaul said they’d charge her if she left it (and then they’d make more money when they sold it). So she asked me if I wanted it. It reminded me of a wonderful old blanket chest my grandmother had promised me, and then given to someone else when she was annoyed with me for not having a “real” job (in other words, I chose theatre rather than a corporate environment). So I said yes.

I was in a cab by 11:30, headed back to Grand Central. Traffic was awful — creating pedestrian plazas in Times Square and around Herald Square is great in many ways, but it does make traffic worse in the surrounding areas. It took us 20 minutes to drive 4 blocks. Finally, my driver caught a break going cross-town, and I managed to barely catch the 12:10.

Instead of getting off at my home stop, I got off at the stop nearest the storage unit — the train station was only about 3 blocks away. I was glad I caught the 12:10 — as we got off the train a little after 1, there was an announcement about 30 minute delays for all the trains that followed us.

I picked up some more water, and my mom had, at my request, stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts to pick up a dozen doughnuts for the guys. They were stuck in bridge traffic and it was a little after 2 by the time they arrived. But my new unit was right on the ground floor, really simple to unload. They were done in an hour.

I’ve got a lot more rearranging to do in the unit in the coming week, but I am free from UHaul FOREVER. I am writing the letters to the BBB and the Attorney General’s office today to close the case file with the provision that I will only consider it closed and resolved if they do not make any more financial demands on me. Because let’s face it, past precedent shows that they might very well start charging me for an empty unit. I do want it kept on the record that I was a long-time UHaul customer who left because of irregular accounting practices and customer service that was beyond lousy.

As I settled up with my lovely moving guys (who were so happy to be fed and watered, and couldn’t believe I tipped them, too), a woman was in the facility, upset because her movers never showed up ALL DAY and wouldn’t pick up the phone. I told her my guys were awesome — she hired them on the spot to come right over to her house! I was really happy for my crew — it shows that good karma works! They were honest, friendly, reliable, skilled.

Just for the record — I used Binding Price Movers, and I highly, highly recommend them. They will be the first ones I contact for the relocation move. I’m letting their bosses know how great they are, and I’m writing a positive letter to the BBB about the experience.

I came home exhausted but happy, with plenty of things hurting. I’m not wired to stand around while other people work — I hauled my share of boxes — though I let them handle the heavy stuff. They arranged things in the unit so when we do the big furniture swap in a few weeks, I can get at everything that I need. I also found a bunch of stuff I forgot I had.

I’m going to purge a lot in the coming weeks, reorganize and repack. There’s no need to take boxes of stuff on the relocation that I’ll wind up tossing when I get there — because I bet the big move will be by pound, not by hour.

What a weight has been lifted off me! After a year of being charge late fees even when I paid on time, screamed at every time I was down there, threatened, trapped on the storage floor, and the executive office showing no interest in resolving the situation, I am DONE! Not only do I have my stuff consolidated, it’s in an ethical, friendly facility, and, once I fold in the other two units I have there, I’ll be saving money every month by carrying a single unit.

I did very little last night except take a shower, eat dinner, drink some wine and collapse. I am very sore today. But it’s a good sore.

I’ve got some errands to run this morning, correspondence to get out, some discussions to have with an editor, and then I’m spending the rest of the weekend in CT with my friend, relaxing by the pool, reading, and writing. I’m in charge of the food, so I’m packing whatever I need (have wooden spoon, will travel) and swinging by the store for some of the fresh produce on the way. I’m taking reading, writing, and the work for Confidential Job #1, but I’m not going to worry about work.

I will probably be on line — there’s wi-fi there. But I might not feel like using it! 🙂

Everyone, have a great and safe holiday weekend!

Devon

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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Waxing Moon
Pluto Retrograde
Jupiter Retrograde
Cloudy and humid

Yesterday was a hit and miss day. The problems with UHaul continue — I can’t go into detail about it, unfortunately, but it will get very, very, VERY ugly tomorrow, and then there will be consequences.

The guy at the Genius Bar fixed my iPod in less than 10 minutes. I’m a little concerned because we couldn’t figure out WHY it went kerplooey, which to me indicates it could happen again (I always like to know the why), but it seems to work now. He did some Genius Bar magic and we re-entered information, and now it picks up wi-fi and is synched with MobileMe and doing all that stuff it’s supposed to do. I’ll know for sure this weekend, and then, if necessary, take it back. They were really nice in the store, as they always are, and they’re really good about herding people in a friendly way, so the rude, pushy people (the same ones who drive expensive cars and therefore feel that rules of the road and rules of basic courtesy don’t apply to them) don’t ride roughshod over everyone else. And the employees do it in such a friendly, humorous way that the a-holes don’t even realize they’re being herded. It’s quite an education to watch them do their thing.

I started spinning a story on the drive home, that I hope I can place with BOOKS FOR MONSTERS, since I enjoy working with them so much. I’m calling it comic urban fantasy, but it might veer off a bit in another direction.

Afternoon was spent fighting with UHaul, talking to a potential new client, and working on client projects.

It looks like I’ll get away for the weekend — provided I survive tomorrow, which will just be six ways of hell, if not more. There is no doubt in my mind that I will have to call for police intervention. That’s how out-of-control the situation has gotten.

Cooked pork chops smothered in garlic teriyaki sauce, with buttered noodles and crisp, steamed green beans. I haven’t had the chance to cook much this week, but intend to remedy that over the weekend and next week.

I’m really looking forward to a weekend of a whole lot of nothing. I will need to sleep a lot, eat a lot, drink a lot of wine, and maybe spend time by my friend’s pool after tomorrow.

Today, I’ve got to head to Trader Joe’s to stock up on cat food — we’ve only got two cans, and I can’t leave the cat sitter with an empty cupboard. The cats know what cupboard holds their food, and they are horrified when it’s opened and there’s not a tall stack of cans. We’re similar that way — we like well-stocked cupboards.

I’m going to try to get a little writing done, get the GDRS up, and prepare mentally for tomorrow.

Devon