Let's see, where to begin ... okay, got up out of bed at 7 a.m. this morning, first mistake, should have stayed IN bed, LOL. Received call from moving company, truck will be dropping off the trailer between 2 and 5 today. Good gives me more time to get things done. Sent hubby on errands and to pick up scripts. So far, so good.
Hubby comes home with 1 script - wrong item, something I've never taken, wasn't discussed and was NOT what I had asked doc to give script for and where are the other 2. Okay, call doc's office and clarify what I have and what I was supposed to have gotten. Receptionist took down wrong information, new script being called in and for me to return what I was given for the new one, plus any additional charges. Found the other 2 scripts in my purse, I had forgotten to give to hubby. He goes back out to mail package, pick up change of address AND pick up all scripts, plus F-O-U-R MORE tubs! These are the last as what doesn't fit in these tubs goes in the trash.
Made phone calls to cancel paper, phone, cable, trash, and to pick up dumpster. Can't do change of address on credit cards as I'm not the "primary" person on the account, never mind that I have a card in my name. Okay, no big deal on that. At 4:15 p.m. I phone the moving company to see where they are at and am told they are on their way and should be here around 5ish. besides we're on Central time ... what?! We're on Eastern time and movers were supposed to call if they were going to be late. At 5:45 I phone movers and had the following conversation:
Me: Hi, this is Terri Drake, I spoke with you earlier and was told that movers would be here between 2 and 5 today. Now 5:45 and they STILL are not here and I have loaders arriving at 8:30 tomorrow morning to pack the truck.
Movers: I'm sorry, but it appears that you cancelled the movers ....
ME: What! I never cancelled the movers, I canceled the loaders because they wanted more money than what was agreed to. I have people coming at 8:30 to load the truck!
Movers: The "trailer" will be there, however you cancelled the movers and ...
ME: I did NOT cancel ...
Movers: No need to yell ...
ME: I'm NOT yelling, can if it will get you to listen. We canceled the "loaders," NOT the "Movers."
Movers: The movers ARE the loaders ...
ME: The "Movers" are supposed to be the "Moving Company" who drives the truck. The "Loaders" are the people who help place everything into the truck so that the "MOVERS" can MOVE the items from Michigan to Florida.
Movers: I'll have to call you back ... click.
At this point I am having a major melt-down. I have a house, studio and pole-barn stacked floor to ceiling with 259 18-gallon tubs filled with everything they can possibly hold. Have given away to St. Vincent's the majority of furniture, huge TV, ALL the winter wear, sold the truck and 1971 Plymouth Road Runner and have the snow plow, tractor, lawn mowers and gardening items on consignment, 3 young men who are expecting to be paid for loading the truck arriving at 8:30 in the morning and the company who arranged the movers tells me "I cancelled them!"
Hubby is telling me to breathe, relax, we'll work this out. I'm totally unglued and starting to have panic attack. About this time I get an "Urgent - Respond" e-mail from the bank we are dealing with telling me they are depositing $40,000 into our account and I need to fill out the rest of a form and fax back to them at once. Luckily, I felt uneasy about this message and contacted the bank and forwarded them a copy of the email. Good thing I listened to my gut feeling and did not fill out anything, it as a "phishing" expedition and they don't operate that way. They have codes and questions that they ask you and an identifier they always use when dealing with individual clients.
My girlfriend, Squirrel, and her boyfriend/hubby, phone and tell me they are on the way from Oscoda to Ossineke to take us out for a farewell dinner. Tell them we're waiting on truck from moving company. They arrive at 6:45 and at 7:15 the errant truck finally arrives. As all this is going on, I get a call from the owner of the moving company who wants to know if the truck arrived to which I responded yes and told her the problem we had. Apparently, the girl I spoke to earlier worked in sales and hadn't a clue as to the particulars or that "movers" and "loaders" were two different animals.
After truck was dropped off, Squirrel and hubby took Ray and I out to a nice Chinese buffet dinner, had nice relaxing conversation and then came home where hubby promptly plopped in recliner and fell asleep while I continued to pack and get things ready for tomorrow.
The only thing that seemed to go right was notification from the bank that all hurdles have been cleared and we will have settlement on the Florida home on Monday morning. Realtor has Michigan house listed AND realtor in Florida will have a margarita waiting for me after the papers are signed.
Dare I breathe or continue to hold my breath until I have keys to new home in hand? I do know that if anything ELSE goes goofy, I'm liable to have a total meltdown and end up on the 6th floor of the local hospital -- you know, the wing that has the nice little white jackets with the extra long sleeves that fasten in the back!