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Moving Day

Well, we rented a truck to finally move all of our stuff into the new house. Both Dude and I wished we would have had a few more weeks to accomplish more things, but it was not in the cards for us.

As a result we are going to be living in a construction zone for some time.

The day we rented the truck started of just fine, but then we found out that someone else in our building was moving out the same day and their truck blocked the front entrance. We had to park a ways away and make a trek to the truck. (We also got a late start-not my fault!) It was only Dude, myself and Tinki since we are such DIY-ers and can’t bear to pay for anything if we don’t have to!

The boxes weren’t too bad, it was the fridge, washing machine and stove that gave us some problems since the truck we rented didn’t have a lift gate and was missing the ramp. Boy, were we upset about that. We actually went to the rental place three weeks ahead of time to get a truck with a lift gate or ramp and what do these guys give us? Nothing, that’s what. Dude and I were sweating bullets cuz the back of the truck was around 5 feet high and with just us, it was gonna be a chore. Oh well, we had no choice but to deal and guess what? We actually did it. We lifted the fridge, washing machine, oven and some heavy furniture into that thing. I’m not saying it was easy, but we did do it.

It took us nearly three days to load the truck, drive to the house, unload the truck and get back to the apartment. I had to call the rental place cuz we weren’t able to take the truck back by closing on the second day. They were super nice about it. I’m just glad no one was waiting for it!

Having to take the truck back the next morning was a difficulty I hadn’t planned on. That was the day we were suppose to meet the owners of the apartment we were leaving to do the walk through and give back the keys. Our rendez-vous was at 10am and so we had to have the truck back at 9am. We rushed home that night and stayed up until past midnight boxing up some last minute stuff that wouldn’t fit in the truck and cleaned the apartment.

Then we over slept cuz we were so dang tired from the move and that made us late to turn the truck in which in turn practically made us late for the walk through. We made it back to the apartment just in time!

I have to say that we had some of the nicest apartment owners imaginable. The dad and mom of the owners of the apartment live about 10 minutes from us and they watch over everything since the owners live in Paris. The mom and dad were super to us and the dad is the most adorable person you could ever meet. I would love to have him as a grandpa. These guys never bothered us while we were there. They only told us in the beginning to ask for anything that we might need and they would help us out. When they found out that we had come from the states and all our stuff wouldn’t arrive for a couple of months, they gave us plates, silverware, cups and a microwave to use. How cool, huh??

When they came over for the final walk through, they told us how much they appreciated us renting from them and thanked us a million times for keeping the apartment so neat. The dad just wanted to chat the morning away. He asked for our new address and said he had friends not far from our new place and if they could call sometime to come by and see us. We, of course, said yes and meant it. They’re very lovely people and it would be nice to keep in touch with them.

After the walk through, Dude, Tinki and I all went to my office. I had been away for three days with no access to phone or email and needed to get some work done. I couldn’t believe it! Everyone and their mother were after me for something or other. I had put my “Out of Office” assistant on to let everyone know that I wouldn’t be available, but that didn’t stop them from hounding me.

My goodness! These guys just got back from three plus weeks of vacation (I had to wait for them) and they were hounding me cuz I was gone for three days! I wasn’t even on vacation, dang it!

I had so much work to catch up on that I didn’t finish until 9pm that night. As a result, it was too late to make the drive to the house. It still needed to be cleaned up from all the drywall dust before we could sleep there so do you know what happened? We spent the night at my office! Yup! We three rolled out the sleeping bags we had used the night before (to sleep at the apartment since all our beds were at the new house) and we sleep on my office floor.

I have to tell you that I don’t highly recommend that. I was really uncomfortable since the floor is quite hard and the cleaning people of the building arrived at 5am to clean the place and woke us up! One thing that did work out, however, is the fact that my office has a coffee maker so I at least I got a hot cup o’ joe! Since I was already at work, I did some work for the day and then we packed up around 1pm and took off for the house.

Once there, we had to clean and get somewhat organized. We were up until 5am (again) just so we could be comfortable. I have to say, that I am starting to get sick. For real sick. We’ve just been doing way too much and we have so far to go still.

For now, all three of us are in one room and it also happens to be doubling as the living room, dining room and kitchen (since the fridge is in there with us). Hopefully we can have this wrapped up soon. I kind of feel like we are living in a hotel since my clothes are still in a suitcase and we don’t have the oven set up and there is no stove. It’s cold food for now.

We let’s see what we can accomplish tomorrow. Hopefully, we can get a little more organized!

The Watch Dog

In my apartment complex we have this lady (who just happens to live in the same building) who is the “watch dog” of the complex. Now, every complex needs someone to keep an eye on things, make sure there is no funny business going on and to keep everything in working order.

Here’s the issue with this “watch dog”, she ain’t good. Yup-I’m telling you how I really feel. Folks, she down right sucks!

There are a few reasons why I feel this way and I really think they are justified.

  1. When we first moved into our apartment, there were a lot of issues with people parking their cars in areas they weren’t suppose to. Some of these areas were no big deal, but some of them ended up blocking in other people’s cars and you couldn’t leave or sometime even get into your space. Everyone in the complex has an underground garage. Some of us have two car garages and some have one car garages. In addition everyone has one parking space up above. Now, you would think this is sufficient. Apparently not. French people, just like Americans tend to use their garage as just storage for stuff and then park their cars somewhere else. Well, we used our garage for storage the first few weeks until we could get settled and so we parked our car in our space above ground. There ended up being some chick who would park her huge BMW station wagon directly behind us and up on the curb, but her car was so big and the spaces so small that we couldn’t get our car out. This would piss me off so bad, cuz I didn’t know where in the complex she lived to go and tell her off. (This is where that Mickey Mouse ‘no parking’ flyer comes in real handy). It just so happened one day, that as Dude and I were trying to get our car out of its spot, the “watch dog” happened by. We rolled down the window and I expressed my dissatisfied self to her. She said it was a huge problem and it needed to be taken  care of since these idiots couldn’t be courteous enough to fix it themselves and just not park any where they darn well pleased. What does this woman do to “fix” it?? She has some company come out and install road furniture all up and down the parking lot! What the heck! How is this gonna help?? Now these dump polls stick out from the curb a few feet and we still can’t get the car out easily because they are right behind us! Some fix. She swapped out one problem for the other. At least before, if you knew the person you could tell them to move their stupid car, but how the heck do you move the polls to get out! Lucky for us, we didn’t need to park there long. Benoit is now in the garage. Idiot dog, I tell you.
  2. Which brings me to my next issue. Remember the little situation about our “portail” being broken a while back and this woman couldn’t  get anybody out to fix it the right way? Well, guess what? Since that stupid “portail” never works the underground garages have been broken into about 5 times since we moved in. That makes about 1 time for every 2 months! The poor guy next to us has had his garage broken into twice! Then we found out last week that the people on the second floor had their apartment broken into. If this lady was the “watch dog” that she pretends to be then she would have chased these guys and attacked. What does she do instead? Screw around with some dummy who can’t ever fix the gate. We have the lamest gate. Just put a new one in that actually works instead of continuously fooling around with the one that doesn’t. Lame watch dog.
  3. Then, just when the “portail” actually gets fixed, you wouldn’t believe it! The gate next to it (which is the pedestrian gate) is now broken. Normally there is a code to get in, but now anybody can just waltz right in cuz the lock on the gate in broke. Brilliant! This has been broken for about 6 weeks now, and the “watch dog” has done absolutely nothing to fix it. There has never been anyone out there to even look at it, let alone change the lock and make it secure. So people just come and go as they please. Who gives a care if the portail is now fixed! It just means you can’t drive your car INTO and OUT of the complex, but so what! You can still walk in, carry out all the toys you want, and just have your car waiting on the other side. Some security. Dumb watch dog.
  4. At the same time that the pedestrian gate broke, the front door to our apartment building stopped working. This door is supposed to be added security. You either type in a code or have a FOB on your key chain and run it over a pad next to the door and it unlocks to let you in. Well, the door no longer locks. You just walk right up and push on it and it opens. The dumb thing is, this lady lives right next to the front door and she has to walk in and out of it all day. Does she ever get anyone out there to fix it? What do you think? Bad dog!
  5. Our elevator broke over the weekend several weeks ago. All you needed to do was go to the elevator room and flip the switch to get it going again. Would she do it? Nope. We sat around for four days (because the Monday after the weekend was a holiday, of course) waiting for her dumb self to pay someone to come over for .05 seconds to flip the switch. Ahhhh! I am so annoyed now! Time to maybe put that dog out to pasture.
  6. If that wasn’t enough, this so-called “watch dog” was hanging out when Dude and I came back with our Europcar van rental late in the evening (from our run out to the new house). It was around 9pm which was too late to take the van back so we needed to keep it over night and give it back in the morning. Do you think we were able to park in our spot? No way. Wanna know why? Those damn polls were in the way and we couldn’t fit the van in our OWN parking spot. So Dude swings around back looking for a spot to park this thing and there happened to be a spot (but not a real one) that we could fit it in just for the night. Do you think we got the chance? Heck no! The “watch dog” came running out to her garden and says, “You can’t park there, you can’t park there. It’s illegal. You need to go park in your spot.” Freakin’ illegal? I don’t see a mandate anywhere! Then I told her that we couldn’t park in OUR spot because of her stupid polls and would she like to go remove them so we could. Then she says to go park it out front on the other side of the “portail”. Well we would have, if there was enough space to do so. That night someone happened to be having a party and all the spaces (which really aren’t spaces) were all taken up. What would she like me to do now? I really wanted to tell her off and that she really sucked eggs at being the “watch dog” and that she always concerned herself with stupid stuff and never the REAL issues, but I was my too nice self and didn’t. I think it might be time to put the dog down.

 

 

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