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Sep. 2nd, 2008 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cwfilmbuffWe're back home tonight, sort of. Apparently our apartment being ready for us to move back into does not mean what we thought it meant.
Wednesday night when maintenance was throwing things in bags and moving furniture to get the carpet pad out, they told us they would put everything back. I seem to remember management confirming this the next morning, but by then things were starting to blur together due to a combination of stress and sleep deprivation.
Cut to this morning. Meg spent most of the morning trying to call and confirm that we'd be able to move back in to our home, only to get no answer at the number given to us. After checking out of last night's hotel and lunch with Meg, I went over to check out the situation in person. Looking through the windows, furniture was still piled randomly throughout the place, although differently than before. I figured they had replaced the pad and hadn't gotten to putting the furniture back yet.
At the management office I was told it would be ready sometime this afternoon, and that they would give us a call. OK, I'll find a way to kill time for a couple hours (surprisingly, thanks to a lack of convenient showtimes, this did not involve a movie).
I went back at 5:30, and nothing had changed. Back over to the office where the manager was baffled that I thought they would clean p the mess they made of our home. After all, a guy who's slept maybe 2 of the past 30 hours and his 8-month pregnant wife should have no problem hauling around heavy furniture. I told her this was not going to happen, and that we had been told the apartment would be at least similar to the way we left it (minus the water from their washer). At this point maintenance had gone home for the day, so they're coming back tomorrow at 2 to finish the job. She offered first thing in the morning, but I would like to sleep sometime.
Tonight Meg and I got the bedroom and one of the bathrooms put back together. This made a bigger mess in the living room, since quite a lot from other rooms was piled on our bed, but that can be handled tomorrow. There's also a couple scratches that weren't there before, and at least one of Meg's collectable villains was damaged while being jostled around.
It's been a while since I've been as angry as I was at the apartment management tonight. We'll probably be having further discussions with them later in the week, when we've had a chance to cool down and can more rationally express to them that they are, at least in this matter, a bunch of incompetent jerks.
Wednesday night when maintenance was throwing things in bags and moving furniture to get the carpet pad out, they told us they would put everything back. I seem to remember management confirming this the next morning, but by then things were starting to blur together due to a combination of stress and sleep deprivation.
Cut to this morning. Meg spent most of the morning trying to call and confirm that we'd be able to move back in to our home, only to get no answer at the number given to us. After checking out of last night's hotel and lunch with Meg, I went over to check out the situation in person. Looking through the windows, furniture was still piled randomly throughout the place, although differently than before. I figured they had replaced the pad and hadn't gotten to putting the furniture back yet.
At the management office I was told it would be ready sometime this afternoon, and that they would give us a call. OK, I'll find a way to kill time for a couple hours (surprisingly, thanks to a lack of convenient showtimes, this did not involve a movie).
I went back at 5:30, and nothing had changed. Back over to the office where the manager was baffled that I thought they would clean p the mess they made of our home. After all, a guy who's slept maybe 2 of the past 30 hours and his 8-month pregnant wife should have no problem hauling around heavy furniture. I told her this was not going to happen, and that we had been told the apartment would be at least similar to the way we left it (minus the water from their washer). At this point maintenance had gone home for the day, so they're coming back tomorrow at 2 to finish the job. She offered first thing in the morning, but I would like to sleep sometime.
Tonight Meg and I got the bedroom and one of the bathrooms put back together. This made a bigger mess in the living room, since quite a lot from other rooms was piled on our bed, but that can be handled tomorrow. There's also a couple scratches that weren't there before, and at least one of Meg's collectable villains was damaged while being jostled around.
It's been a while since I've been as angry as I was at the apartment management tonight. We'll probably be having further discussions with them later in the week, when we've had a chance to cool down and can more rationally express to them that they are, at least in this matter, a bunch of incompetent jerks.
