As you all know, the movers unpack our household goods yesterday. Remember how excited I was to see my stuff again?
That excitement turned to panic as I attempted to communicate instructions to movers who couldn't speak English. And since I don't speak Japanese, this was a challenge to say the least.
First they unloaded the truck by putting 152 boxes in our driveway.
More than half of the boxes didn't have the identification tags or descriptions, so I didn't know where to direct them to place the items. For example, my dish drying rack is sitting in my office instead of the kitchen right now.
After lunch a manager who spoke English showed up to tell me the happy news: they couldn't bring our queen-sized mattress and box springs into the apartment. It won't fit in the narrow stairwell, they said. I almost started crying.
What am I suppose to sleep on, I asked. What am I suppose to do with the mattress and box spring? Leave it in the parking lot for three years?
The movers came back with an answer. They could take it up through the second story patio door that borders the master bedroom.
And that's what they did. They scaled the wall between my duplex and my neighbor's apartment and lifted the mattress up two stories. They hopped between the two concrete buildings like aerobatic performers. I wanted to take a photo to document the work to Benny and you. But I was afraid that the flash might blind one of them, leading to their fall to their death on my driveway. So you have just believe me on this one.
They put together my bed, but I'm not sure if it was done correctly. I lay very still in that bed afraid it will collapse under me at any moment.
At the end of the day, the coffee table and end tables were correctly put together. The futon is still in pieces.
My closet looks like this:
Can anyone find my bridesmaid dress for Tammy's wedding in that pile? I was promised it is in there.
The kitchen still looks the same way. I made Benny take me out for dinner last night. I couldn't find the stove top so there was no way I was cooking anything.
3 comments:
OMG. I can't stop laughing - that picture of you in the boxes. The picture of the people scaling up the side of the building like spiderman. Oh Michelle. You are truly have an adventure - it's way better than my trip to the zoo :)
I don't know if I'd be happier to know your bridesmaids dress was or was not in that pile. I hope you can find a good dry cleaner ;)
you are so cute. I love your blog, it cracks me up! I would help you unpack if I was there! Want me to send pictures of our disaster at home, I bet it will make you feel better... no joke. LOL
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