Circle the Wagon

Bloody, bloody hell. I just got a call on my cell phone. I was all excited, thinking it was telling me where we would meet before going to the symphony, but nooooo.

It was the rental car place, telling me they “weren’t sure” they would have a truck or van available for my reservation time tomorrow, and “how big does the vehicle need to be, exactly?”

Fuck fuck fuck I just want to get this OVER with, already. Aaaarrrrrggggh.

Movers beware: I may have to stall until Saturday. Will keep everyone posted/phoned.

5 thoughts on “Circle the Wagon

  1. Was it Uhaul?

    I ask because if so, I’m surprised they didn’t wait to drop this news on you until you called them on the day of your move, wondering where the damn van was.

    (Sorry. I have bitter, bitter memories of my dealings with Uhaul during The Great Miserable Move of ought four.)

    Perhaps a last-minute call to one of their more reliable competitors would be in order?

    Let me know if you’d still like my help on Saturday morning.

  2. That sucks. Well, worst-case scenario you could do all your packing tomorrow in non-panic mode, and we can move it out Saturday in an hour or so. Lemme know.

  3. if it comes to it, we can move a honda civic’s worth of stuff tomorrow so at least there is less to do saturday

  4. We had to rent and cancel out moving van 2 or 3 times before I moved because the place we were supposed to move into wasn’t vacated. The people were going to be moving out about a week after we found the place then about 3 days before they said their new place wasn’t ready. Meanwhile Heather was supposed to start her new job in a week. Needless to say we got it worked out but none of it was fun. The stress of it all sucks.

    She had to stay with a cousin she never met for 3 weeks while I stayed with her parents 4 hours away. Sheesh.

    That is my moving story, Reader’s digest condensed version of course.

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