Tuesday, November 03, 2009

A Very Moving Recap

There is nothing quite like inviting six lovely friends to join you for pizza and beer, and perhaps a little bit of hauling furniture, here and there, you know, just a little bit. There is also nothing quite like the affable incompetence of my building's management office, which turned what should have been effortless into an exercise in annoyance.

I reserved the elevator a week in advance. However, at 10:00, I was told that no such reservation existed, and I would just have to wait because the elevator was already in use. So, we waited. Then we hung out. Then we waited. Then my CD tower disassembled itself at the slightest of touches, collapsing in a pile of suicidal plywood. Then we found a pile of broken glass behind the bed. Then we were told I could pick up the elevator key.

At 10:45, the move began. We were done by 12:00, because, well, seven people can do a same-building move in no time flat. But once the move was over, the annoyance began anew.

We started with the definitive odor of gas coming from the kitchen. We continued with three calls to the maintenance staff before any sort of response could be rallied. The clincher? When I had to say, "I would hate for my friends to explode after they were so nice about helping me move." That got a response...of sorts. Two hungover maintenance dudes popped by, turned on the pilot light, and I was done! And moved in! Victory!

Pizza was ordered, prosecco was popped open, my wedding gown was found sprawled among a pile of boxes. Our pizza party turned into an impromptu wedding as Brett donned the dress and twirled around prettily. The situation devolved when she went downstairs with me, in gown and veil, to pick up the pizzas. The pizza guy either thought Brett was having the most shotgun of shotgun weddings, or that we'd started trick-or-treating six hours early. The situation only got sillier when we took the opportunity for a bridal photo shoot/prank call to Brett's mom, and...well, it was a beautiful ceremony among the cheap beer and mishmash boxes. Never mind that Brett married a man who believes her name is "Brita."

Somewhere among all the joy, things started to go wrong. First, the power went out and I was reduced to unpacking the bathroom by candlelight. Then the hot water vanished, and after multiple calls, I was told they were "aware of the situation" and that there was "no timeframe for resolution." Then I noted that both faucets in the shower were "hot." It was like Paris Hilton's bathroom! Then I realized the dishwasher didn't have a cutlery basket, the soap dish wasn't actually any sort of dish, the oven would only open if you gave it a hard shove into the wall first, and that, really, sometimes with cheap rent you get what you pay for.

I eventually realized I wasn't angry, so much as embarrassed on their behalf.

Then I filled the nail holes of the old apartment with toothpaste.

Then I wound up with the flu.

Don't you wish you were me?

10 comments:

Dagny Taggart said...

I did not move. But, I did get the flu...

I'm a little jealous of your faucets, honestly.

Brando said...

And to think, this means you may have a neighbor who has two faucets which both read "C" and provide only hot water.

Malnurtured Snay said...

I hope you stole the cutlery basket from your old dishwasher.

Shannon said...

Dagny - The funny part is that both should have been "T" for "tepid."

Brando - Or a neighbor who stores dirtbikes on the balcony...

Snay - What dishwasher? My old place was a strictly acoustic dishwashing experience.

J said...

Ack, oh god, I forgot I once vaguely attempted blogging (again)!

But I'm pretty sure you had a relatively good time as far as moving goes, and I am totally sure you are going to love the new, roomier apt. Crazy hoarder lady aside. Does she really have kids in there!?

That was such a great day, and a superb night. I even got a pretty decent workout from it, and made a new feline friend. Lesson: always help your friends move :)

You guys will remember that one, right?

Brett said...

I still feel pretty. And am considering changing my name to Brita Gersten-Italiano.

lacochran said...

Ha! Laughed out loud at the Paris Hilton line. Thanks. :)

Don't you sometimes wish life didn't hand your so many blog topics...

Titania said...

Holy cow!!! sounds like there was a pretty good dose of drama, hope things are working now. How are you feeling? (and sorry I couldn't make it to help)

David said...

Sounds like the move went well....
I hope you like the new place, and the management gets better

Shannon said...

J - TWO kids. They were hanging out on the balcony during the power outage.

Brett - I hope you and Beppo will be very happy together!

Lacochran - Actually, I think my life exists as a random blog topic generator.

Titania - Much better, thanks! And don't worry - we had a good-size crew and the move was over really quickly.

David - Thanks! At the very least, I'll get some comic mileage from watching them flail about.