November 28, 20011
Today is the day after Pepe left. Not much to say. Woke up beat. The painters didn't come.
Drank lots of instant coffee.
Why instant instead of my fresh brewed cups of coffee? Remember... I am moving. There is
hardly anything left in this house- no coffee maker, and no refrigerator either to keep the milk
for my coffee...
What I DO have is my dining room that will hopefully sell soon, a few small pieces of
furniture, my blanket-bed, my computer of course, and three pallets of household
goods still outside right by the garage doors.
I am worried. So... so very worried that my artwork, framed photos and photo albums are
getting ruined by water condensation on the pallets due to lower temperatures at night,
and day time rainfall. Although heavily shrink wrapped and covered by large plastics, I see
thousands of water droplets shine like diamonds in between the tranparent material's folds.
It can't be good.
They should have been inside the garage. However, there was no way around it. After calls
and e-mails to my New Jersey contact debating the "OUTSIDE" placement she insited on,
I gave up. No sense in explaining to her again that if pallet-jacks were going to be used to
move the pallets from drive way to truck- WHY, OH, WHY! Couldn't they be INSIDE the
garage? There was plenty of garage door clearance. So what was the issue? But no. All I ever
got from her was a blunt, "BECAUSE they have to be outside". I still don't understand. This
could have been settled with the contact in Georgia and their trucking company, but she
refused to cooperate with me.
Anyway, that was the reason for all my cups of coffee. Determined to end this pallet-ordeal I
needed to be as alert as possible, after not sleeping a wink, to deal with that headstrong
person at Troy Container Line, and get a scheduled pick up like NOW!
To be exact I dealt with:
Vijaya Neelam Satish firstname.lastname@example.org 27 West Street, Red Bank, NJ 07701 ph: (732) 345-0818, ext 216 fax:(732) 758-0283 ~~ _ _ _ ____I_I__I_I_____________ \___Troy Container Line___/ ~~ ~~~ ~ ~~~~~~ ~~~ What was the result of long coffee drinking morning, filled with back and forth phone calls and e-mails? The shipment will be picked up... tomorrow. I must say Neelam was extremely cooperative this time. Probably, my e-mail stating I had missed my flight due to the complications with this matter and the inclement weather beating down on my pallets made her more open to solving my issue; AND probably, because I had complained, a call from the operations manager at CGML Imports in Barcelona, Spain, letting her know "this was no way to treat a customer" did too. Hmmm... NEVER... EVER... will I ship anything. It's been a nightmare. ******************************* The rest of the day? 1)I went happily to the library to print the bill of landing for the pick up. Yes, broken printer. 2)I reupholstered my dining room chairs,because I think that will help sell them. 3)I took care of Alonso- Sandra had school. 4)I went to bed my blankets very tired and hoping to sleep better. ****************************
November 29, 2011
Ha ha ha ha ha!!! They want to drive me crazy.
Thank goodness I read my emails early in the morning.
They switched carriers on me.
Look at this email...
Have A Great Day!
Customer Service Representative
Capital Transportation Solutions, LLC
1915 Vaughn Road
Kennesaw, GA 30144
WELL, WELL, WELL....
I guess I got to run to the library again and print the NEW bill of landing!
It's 9:30 A.M.
Thank goodness the trucker won't arrive until 2:00 P.M.
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER....
A funny thing happened on the way back from the library.
The trucker called me & said he was on his way.
I said, "Really? Because I am in Winder. Pick up was scheduled at two!"
Trucker: "Well, I am on 316 close to ya. Can you meet me at the B.P. station on 211?"
I said, "Sure. I can be there in ten minutes."
We met and he followed me from that gas station to my house.
Alright, so he was way early.
But my stuff would soon be in his truck, and on their way.
"Oh, wait you didn't bring help?"
Ricky, the fifty-ish truck driver, laughed.
"No Mam! No help! That's how it is these days. Would you mind lending me a hand?"
'Ummm... Mr. Ricky... would it have been a problem if these pallets had been INSIDE the garage?"
"Don't see why. There's plenty of room for these to come out!"
Momentary silence as I gnawed on his response.
Then said, "See, I was told I couldn't."
He shook his head and laughed.
I wanted to bounce off walls... my pallets could have been safely stored in my garage.
But instead I said, "Sooo.... how should we do this?"
He smiled, "We's got to go backward. I'll control the jack. Yous just try to hold some weight off, alrighty?"
Fear of heavy pallets rolling over me on my own driveway set in.
Oh, boy... and to make it worse sleet started falling.
I was about to be road driveway kill.
It was an amazing feat to keep our feet and the heavy pallets from sliding uncontrollably with the icy water!
I confess to letting out little, panic shrieks at moments.
My neighbors must have thought it was hilarious.
We did one...
Then the second...
Before the third, Ricky needed a breather.
I had to run into the house and warm my red, cold throbbing hands.
I also had to set my eyes back into their sockets.
It was good to be alive.
I looked down upon the big truck driving away.
I wondered what the fate of those pallets would be. Sigh. I closed the door.
As I thawed out I started hurting. Neck, shoulders, legs. Not good.
Took Advil and I threw myself on my "bed".
Stayed there most of the day too. I was a mess. But a mess with a smile on her face...
THE PALLETS WERE GONE.
P.S. You can make your bets now.
Will those boxes make it to Madrid, or not?