Turns out Seattle is almost as much of a pain to move out of as it is to move in. I wasted two weeks on trying to get one of the local agents for Allied Van Lines (Western, if you want to avoid them, which I recommend) to answer some questions so I could book the move. Even after phone conversations with the owner (“Oh, this is unacceptable, I’ll talk with him.”), the rep couldn’t be arsed to call me back.
Then it turns out that “guaranteed not-to-exceed” estimates aren’t really. The estimator can give you one for ## pounds; & if the driver picking up the load decides it’s too low, he can throw a hissy fit & they’ll demand the dreaded change-order. Plus, there’s the all-purpose moving van company CYA: any further charges are COD at destination.
Of course they are.
(Finally something to make me appreciate what my Seattle employer picked up by way of moving costs. I’m sure they were charged beyond the beyond—even with whatever corporate rates they wrenched out of their provider.)
I’ve got another company booked, & I’m now waiting for the packing day on the 9th. Because my house is still showing, I can’t really do a lot by way of major organization—moving things around would make it look like I live here & screw up the staging.
I’m also trying to eat up stuff in the fridge & freezer, without actually cooking—because, again, cooking would create disturbance in the Fabric of the Stage. This isn’t a problem with berries or bread; but the lamb chops & the fish are a bit of a challenge.
Well, I just keep looking at it all as the price of the ticket out of here.
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