Everything that could go wrong went wrong, in spectacular fashion.
The floor guys neglected to tell the contractor that they decided to go with slow-drying polyurethane varnish rather than fast-drying water-based varnish on account of the fact that the floors are pine, which changed our timeline from today to next week. That, coupled with the knowledge that the movers were coming today with my stuff, was cause for panic, as was the phone call from the bank that they wouldn’t clear to close on account of them not liking what they saw in an old inspection, which the attorney should never have forwarded to them anyway. The refrigerator is broken and the part that I’m supposed to fix it didn’t arrive today, so I’ve got rotten chicken triple-bagged in the rollaway trash can and still stinking up the back yard, with trash day not until Tuesday. And to top it all off, five o’clock rolled around and my household goods never showed up, and since the Army’s civilian offices don’t work weekends, it’ll be Monday until I find out where they are.
Fortunately, I think I’ve got the bank problem resolved — I had my inspector send them an email saying the place is fine.
And, in a weird way, having the stuff in limbo with the movers is sort of a good thing, since it gives the floor guys more time to finish.
But yeah. I was on the phone all day today, frustrated and angry. And the back yard stinks.
Um, not to invalidate your frustration and anger, but when this post popped up in my aggregator, I was shocked and upset, because I thought it meant that your brother had been denied parole… I’m honestly glad it was just this stuff!
Good point, and thanks for the sense of proportion. This is small and will be over soon, and I’d do well to think some good and hopeful thoughts about David.
Ugh. Rotten chicken is the most foul funk ever, in my opinion. Jonathan thinks it’s rotten shrimp, but I say chicken has it beat.
Also: I probably would have taken that triple-bagged chicken to a gas station dumpster or trash can, but I’m a bastard like that.
I totally would be a bastard like Clancy. You’ll have maggots soon if you don’t.
I hope everything comes together soon.