And the hits just keep on comin'.....
Moving truck broke down in Albuquerque an hour ago. Delivery date went from "Monday between 8-10 AM" to "Well...sometime next week. Probably."
Urge to kill, rising. RISING. RISING!
Damn, man. Hope this turns around for you soon. I hate moving with a passion that I can't put into words and I'd have probably been up on murder charges by now if I were in your shoes.
Oh, I am totally homicidal at this point....but it's getting me nowhere. I've called people and screamed. I've email people and made demands. Bottom line is they have my stuff and it'll get here when it gets here, and until they "miss their window" there's no real recourse for me other than hoping they will be proactive and expedite this. I've decided to go and try to find alcohol instead and just kill my liver.
When this is all over I am going to need a freaking vacation. I keep thinking "It can only get better", but so far every day it's been something new. If this #### builds character, then at the point I've gotta be the freaking Putra World Trade Center.