Last week, my boyfriend and I moved in together. After a lot of painting and putting up wallpaper and other stuf, the apartment was finally ready for the furniture. We called the furniture store where we bought our things THREE months ago, turns out half wasn’t even in their warehouse.
Then they came with the things that were there, they couldn’t get the couch in, because they brought the wrong elevator(after we specifically told them four times it had to go under a carport to reach the back of the building. According to the salesguy there was absolutely no problem with that. Yeah right).
Yesterday second attempt for the couch. We arranged for a different elevator with a different company. The guy there assured us it would be the right elevator to use. Well, not. It couldn’t go under the carport.
Tommorrow, last time we try. I hope it will work out.
Anyone else some “nice” annecdotes of a move, or is it just with us that everything goes wrong.
Posted on Tue, 13 July 2004 at 12:16