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Hardtack and Havoc

A private of the 1st Texas Volunteer Infantry Civil War Reenactor with a day job in Uncle Sugar's Navy trapped in the unholy land of New England...I wish I was still in Iraq.

August 23, 2004

The Horror...The Horror

To quote Comic Book Guy...Worst Move EVER! Our household goods were picked up last Wednesday and we had planned to make a leisurely trip up North since the Personal Property Office has informed us the earliest delivery date would be 25 August. Lots of time...No problem right? WRONG! The mover informed us that they would be in Connecticut and ready to unload between 0830-0900 the very next morning and if we couldn't there then they would put our stuff into storage. My Bride did not want our stuff in storage as the number of things that mysteriously vanish is directly proportional to how long the movers have custody of the material. My Bride step up and took one for the team. She and "Entropy" left on a 12 hour drive at about 1930 that evening while myself, "Chaos" and "Mayhem" saw to the cleaning and turn over of our beloved home. At about 0900 the next morning my Bride was calling, furious that the moving truck had not arrived but the unloading team had been on the front porch when she arrived at 0730 that morning. By 1500 that afternoon and numerous conversation between myself, the Norfolk Outbound PPO, the Groton Inbound PPO, and the Shipping Company I was able to let my Bride know that the truck would not be arriving because it was involved in an accident just the far side of Newport News. She took it pretty well, she was a little loopy cuz she still had not been to sleep. After the company finally came clean as to the reason they couldn't deliver as planned they assured me that even though the truck was no longer drivable that the load had been inspected and it was just fine. The plan was to send another truck to the accident site and transfer the load. They would then deliver our goods bright and early Monday the 23rd of August. The did indeed deliver this morning and here I sit typing this on the floor of a room filled with almost box shaped boxes. Why on the floor you ask?...Well that is because my home office furniture is smashed into about 1200 little wooden shards just like a full third of all my furniture. The first thing the driver said when he walked up was "Man, just so you know, your stuffed is really messed up." Apparently, the wreck was more serious than the company admitted to. The team that transferred the load from the wrecked truck said it the front of the truck was destroyed as was the rear two thirds of the cargo box. All my children's beds were destroyed, all their chests of drawers are now kindling. My computer furniture, my metal Texas Star, my Mort Kunstler and Don Troiani War of Northern Aggression prints, our Breakfast Nook, and most ever other piece of furniture we used to own. About the only things that survived relatively unscathed were my Brides and my Chest of drawers and the dining room table. What really hits me where I live is that my New Braunfels Smoker has been bent out of shape and my riding lawn mower is now shaped like a J with the engine pointing at the ground! My dump cart that I just got for my birthday and only used once looks like and pissed off giant crumpled it. I take my meat very seriously and the loss of my smoker really cuts me to the quick but what really stings is now that my lawn tractor is totaled I will have to give up my plans to mow nekkid with only my slouch hat. First time we have had a secluded enough yard and I really had my heart set on that nekkid mowing. We have not opened the boxes yet but I am sure there is more damage, after all, aren't boxes supposed to be square? Mine aren't. The certainties that face us now are easily predictable:

1. It will take the government at least 2 to 6 months to process our damage claim.
2. They will significantly depreciate any settlement
3. I will have to go into debt replacing the critical pieces of furniture. (can't keep the kids on the air mattress forever....or can I?)
4. No nekkid mowing for me and that really sucks

Overall, WORST MOVE EVER!

TO THE TYRANT NEVER YIELD

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, man. In almost nineteen years of service, now, the one thing that reliably sends me apes**t for extended periods of time is: moving. I got used to the gang members and dregs of street corners that show up to pack my stuff, I got used to the paperwork, I got used to being jerked around on pack and unpack dates, I got used to the fact that they will refuse to unpack and clear boxes like the contract requires -- but it absolutely sends me around the freakin' bend how the company will lie so often, so easily, and TO MY FACE about what they're doing with my stuff!

And you're right -- you can reliably depend upon some bored "settlement specialist" acting as if your stuff is junk brought home from a garage sale. I most sincerely extend my condolences on the pain that is to come.

26 August, 2004 12:26  
Blogger Tammi said...

Damn, I'm so sorry to hear all that. You didn't want to go in the first place, and I know first hand how important it is to have those things you love, those comfort items around you when trying to settle in.

27 August, 2004 10:39  
Blogger Fermina Daza said...

One word - DITY. No other way. I'm sorry your stuff was trashed - been there, done that, got the credit card bills to prove it. Sorry though.

27 August, 2004 16:00  
Blogger Sean Dustman said...

I've turned myself into a light packer, just got done with my seemingly yearly move and have to do it again in Dec, oh well. Dity is okay if you have a crew but by yourself? It sucks big time, welcome to your new home.

01 September, 2004 10:41  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a nightmare!

Sarah
www.tryingtogrok.com

05 October, 2004 07:32  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

WOW - that's actually worse than my last move! Moving companies are the most crooked racket out there right now. Worse than car salesmen.

25 October, 2004 08:45  

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