Good Morning, We're Here To Get Your Hopes Up!

This morning, at about 8:15 as I was getting ready to change, there was a knock on the door? Who the hell is at my door this early in the morning?

I threw my PJs back on, looked through the peep hole to see two guys in moving company uniforms.

I crack open the door and the chipper guy says, "Good morning Miss........, we are here to pack your apartment!"

WTF? Last I heard was at 7pm yesterday that the COO of the company still had to sign off on my paperwork today.

I told the guys that I didn't know if this had been approved yet and to go chill or go get breakfast while I make some phone calls.

Well, the problem with making phone calls at this time is the relocation company is CST t, so at 8:30 EST, there is no on in the office. And then my boss is MST and I surely wasn't calling her at 6:30 am.

I left a message with the relo company, sent my boss a high priority email (as that's one of the first things she does in the morning is checks email). I told the guys we had to wait until I got a response...so they went and took a nap in the truck.

Meanwhile, I am running around my house, putting one last load of clothes/sheets in the washer, one last load of dishes in the dryer, throwing away stuff I don't want them to pack, putting stuff I'm taking with me in one big box, and freaking out that I don't have enough time!

Then, at about 9:15, I get a call from the relo company telling me the movers are NOT supposed to be at my house today! Then the movers knock on my door and tell me that they are not supposed to be here and are leaving.

Fuck! Part of me wishes I would have just let them pack me. Sometimes it's easier to seek forgiveness than ask permission!

Meanwhile, I still don't know when I will have movers here. It is close of business Tuesday.....I must be out of my apartment Friday! And I don't know when the hell someone will be here!

I'd go pour myself a drink, but I poured the last of my vodka out this morning thinking I was being packed!