Good morning, all! And a special howdy and a thank you to DR tomovoz for the package I found in the mail last night when I returned.
I really did not think the move was going to become the Cecil B DeMille epic that it did. My plan for the day as to assist, let Matthew our office manager who was in charge tell me what needed to be done, and the schedule:
1. movers arrive between 2 & 4 since we were told we could not use the building's freight elevator after 5:45.
2. move into the new space after 5 pm
So, I got to the office at noon and we finished packing everything we could into cartons and sealing them. At 3, Matthew called the movers and he was told they would be there in thirty minutes. At 4, he called again. They showed up at 4:30! They backed the truck up to the loading dock and the ass super for the building threw them out, told them that he was closing the dock and they should come back tomorrow. They parked the truck on the street and the older (early 30's?) came up to tell us the problem. Matthew and Curtis went down to see the super: part of our deal with the landlord of the building was that we had to be out yesterday.
The jerk super meanwhile had let a UPS truck back up to the dock and we lost our time window. However, the super told my friends that he'd keep the dock open for $100/hour, and the move began around 5:45. The poor movers had to park the truck on the street, carry all our possessions from the dock to the street, so we only had three workers. The fourth had to stay with the truck. At 6:15, the UPS truck finally left the dock, but the movers didn't move the truck back in to the freight elevator which might have made that part of the move easier. Matthew left for the new office shortly after while Curtis and I stayed with the movers.
The four movers spoke accented English and Hebrew and they were much better at the job than the company that moved us in 5 years earlier. The three others were young, early 20s I guess, and Peter was clearly stuck with a moving team minus his expertise. It's a good thing DR MBarnum wasn't there because he would have been bugging one of them for a date or with inquiries of an older brother.
The ass super cost us 125.00 and I hope our attorney notifies his employers of his behavior and they sack the jerk.
At 7:30, I caught a taxi up to the new office, leaving Curtis to finish the last round with the movers on 14th Street. I had a large shopping bag with light bulbs, paper towels and other loose items in the office to tote over to the new space. Around 8:15 the truck arrived and by 9:45 everything was in the new space. I will go in today around noon to begin the unpacking, pick up the keys I'll need and see what needs to go onto Matthew's next order for the office.
The new space isn't as open as the old, which I miss, but I like the building: we are next door to my accountant, and on the 8th floor are the people with whom I worked for Rodgers & Hammerstein in March and April. My accountant was leaving his office around 9:30 last night, saw me and stopped in, so I introduced him to Curtis and Matthew.
That was my day. And then I came home to the bathroom mess. I was told when I stopped down at my super's door to report the problem that he would be here this morning at 7:30. It's 8 now and no sign of him.
