Okay, after my
rant the other day, I ended up giving the four guys who effected my move
$20 each. They were competent, and of an ethnic group that puts them at risk
for illegal visits by ICE, so I just forked over more than I’ve ever tipped
movers before.
I’m not happy that the end
price was about 12% higher than the quote, and I’m still looking for my down
jacket that one of them packed in some carton not with any of my other clothes,
but I guess I should be glad that his crew chief asked me what I wanted done
with my handbag before it, too, ended up in a carton.
I’m in my new place, where I
was greeted by chickadees and juncos—have to get a bird feeder tout suite,
because I am not throwing stuff out to be gobbled up by squirrels—and I have a
new water heater, connectivity and TV. I reckon I’ll eventually figure out the
rest.
But I do have to go look for
that jacket.
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