I’m so relieved to be closing out this weekend and putting it behind me. Friday was absolutely awful, a nadir of its own. I was going to write about it today, but more time needs to pass before I can articulate why it upset me so much… without getting upset. Yesterday morning, after a long bath* to marinate my circumspection and some much-needed rest, I felt much more capable of dealing with the harassment and ultimatums, but it was still an ordeal. The concierge tried to help me, but he had to return to his desk and the movers wouldn’t leave the loading dock. It was two of them against me, I was outnumbered. At one point I just had to walk away because I wasn’t getting anywhere with them — they wanted ALL the money for their estimated total time in cash and badgered me to sign a clearance for all damages BEFORE unloading.
I went upstairs, took my phone out and tried to figure out who I could call at 7 o’clock on a Saturday morning. I made one phone call, but had to leave a message. I paced for a few minutes, my mind racing, then went back to the loading dock and hoped I’d called their bluff about driving off with my things, ready to tell them I’d called my lawyer. They’d started unloading. They finished on time (I warned the concierge they’d arrive early without informing me and try to charge me for it like they did on Friday, so he prepared the elevator an hour in advance), and to my utmost relief found nothing broken or missing while unpacking.
My next step is to assemble the living room and dining room furniture, and the House of Fielding is finally HOME.
* I love my new soaker tub!