I’m sitting in a wi-fi coffee shop, utterly convinced I have inadvertently hired the worst movers ever in the GTA. I’ve been offline as I’ve been packing up the apartment (AGAIN), and in the wee hours moved Hugh and some things to tide me over while my stuff is stored held captive in the back of a moving truck god knows where.
I was fourteen shades of livid when the move-out was finally completed and the mover tried to charge me for things I never requested, and blame me for a situation he created himself, which was a move-out and move-in that is scheduled 24 hours apart. The nightmare isn’t over, however, because Phase 2 (move-in) is early tomorrow morning.
I should’ve listened to my instincts early on, when the mover didn’t show up for his estimate appointment and later claimed an emergency in a way that set off my BS detector. I was even considering giving up the deposit to hire somebody else because when he did show up the next day, there was no mention of the so-called emergency. The unprofessional behaviour culminated in the mover shouting at me today, accusing me of trying to get out of paying him and saying he’d never had a customer as “bad” as me in 23 years of business. Hello? Who felt like showing up at 7:45am without warning me instead of the arranged start time of 9:00? I was moving stuff into the other apartment, I couldn’t just materialise. I’m not paying for people sitting around doing nothing because they decided to show up early.
And what mover demands coffee from a customer? I was cleaning the bathroom, and the toothless guy said, “We’d like some coffee.”
I looked up, toilet brush in hand. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, no rush, take your time. Make mine a medium, double double.”
If the entire contents of my apartment hadn’t been stashed in their truck, I would’ve walked away right there. This happened THREE TIMES.
Somebody shoot me now.