Thanks to those who passed on their wishes for the move. I may have needed a few more good thoughts, the day I had yesterday…
Everything started so well. The removalists came when they were supposed to. The handy man cancelled again (that was to be expected!) but that was good because it meant I could have pizza for lunch with friends at school. Got home and the removalists made me shift the couch away from the wall – bad. We had the living area painted when we moved in, and although the furniture didn’t come for another fortnight after that, the leather bubbled a strip of paint on the wall and it ripped. Yuk. That was one.
I went out for drinks again Monday night, and then got Subway for dinner and went to another friends for a wine with her and her husband, to say goodbye. Woke bright and early
Tuesday and got all my jobs done (washing all dried and folded to be packed, packed suitcase etc in car, unpacked last load of dishes from the dishwasher and ran a rinse on it, you know, that sort of thing). Cleaner arrived on time, she’s lovely. Handyman managed to turn up (actually the boss this time, so things got done). Delightful painter came, gave delightfully cheap quote for fixing the paint, had a lovely natter. Then the bad began.
Removalist noticed that the trim on the wheel arches on the Merc, the car I was about to take on a journey of some 1000+ km over the next week, had come down and was ripping the tyres. The not very old tyres. The tyres that were now death traps waiting to happen. Rang Bob Jane and got car booked in for 1.30 that afternoon. Walked into the house, and the cleaner was being alarmed by the smoke pouring from the oven switch. The smoke that wouldn’t stop. Turned oven off at meter box. Pondered smoke. Pondered scorch mark at back of oven. Decided calling an electrician to fix a 13 year old ugly oven that was a fire hazard not worth it. Handy handyman measured up oven, called contact in Good Guys, organised oven. I tried to ring GE and get an increase on the interest free account I have, but couldn’t because I DECREASED the limit three months ago. Wiping out of buffer monies for move. Little cry.
Raced down to say goodbye to girls at playgroup – first people I met here six months ago. Raced home to sign paperwork for removalists, waved bye bye to furniture etc. Fixed up with handyman (more expensive than I’d budgeted, of course), raced down to real estate, told we’d probably have to get new locks/keys for garage doors, even though WE DIDN’T GET SAID KEYS WHEN WE BOUGHT THE HOUSE FROM THE SAME REAL ESTATE LESS THAN 12 MONTHS AGO! Grrr. Raced to friend Lee’s house to transfer some money about for handyman bill and new oven bill. While there car transport rang, so bolted back down there to sign his paperwork and say bye bye to car and boat. Locked up house, drove gingerly into town to Bob Jane. On the way in realised there was no socket in the car to charge the mobile! Asked Bob Jane man to charge phone – nicely he agreed.
Walked up to Good Guys to pay for oven. Got 5 year warranty and stainless steel oven/grill for cash for much less than original interest free quote. Back to Bob Jane, pay for two new tyres (sigh), drive to Maryborough. Fuel car at servo. Car won’t start. Cry. Counter jocks no help, nice man and lady in queue tried, but no avail. Couldn’t even OPEN damn hood!
Rang RACQ. $50 call out (I have a lapsed membership, but didn’t help anyway because it’s not my car). Rang car owner to ask if there are any tricks to car. No, not in the 10 years owned, but did tell me how to open hood. Need pliers. Right. Cursing husband for accepting car. Rang dad to see if he could mechanic by proxy (hah). Funny RACQ man, most perplexed by odd Mercedes workings. Just about to give up and call for tow, but managed to accidentally start it – drove straight to auto electrician and explained what RACQ man said. Said he’d need to order parts, two days or more. Nearly little cry. He looked at starter and said, “what’s this little wire for?”. Untied it from other wire, used it to short engine into starting, tied it back on. NO TRICKS MY ARSE!!! That’s what the damn wire was for!!! Went next door to auto barn, bough small torch and pair of pliers to open hood, on my way!
$1250 poorer than expected. Four hours later than expected. I did not stop vehicle all the way home. Now booked in to auto electrician here to hopefully be fixed by Saturday otherwise I don’t think Merc will be going to Perth as they won’t take it on the truck if they have to pop the hood with pliers and short the engine to start it!
So, shitty day, but some nice people along the way. Surely it can only get better?
Job interview in a minute. Wish me luck!