divine angst

They suck.

Because of a little snafu with our freight elevator (we were told it wasn’t reserved today and we could use it all day if we wanted, but it WAS reserved and that’s a PROBLEM), I went to double-check with the office about our reservation for next week.

Sure enough, they have us booked for next week, Saturday morning — ONE HOUR LATER THAN OUR MOVERS GET HERE.

So, um, this is a PROBLEM. Some OTHER guy has the elevator for one hour, at the beginning of our timeslot, and that is just NOT COOL. What did our management office offer to do upon finding out that the person who took the reservation SCREWED UP?

“Um, well, try calling your movers and see if they can move you back, OK? Oh, and we’ll go ahead and book you for the two hours before the other guy, also.”

Sure, that’s a nice offer, if our movers were going to show up at the ASS CRACK OF DAWN. But they are NOT. I am PISSED.

AND, our movers phone appears to be not working. I don’t think they’ve gone out of business or anything, because they’re a big company, but when I call, I get told that all circuits are busy–and all circuits have been busy for the last, oh, HOUR.

I hate moving.