you can tell i'm important and hard at work by all these posts today...

so today's menial job for the low man on the totem pole is...waiting for the movers to come to the CEO's apt and move him out. So far it's been a total comedy of errors, I can't wait to see how it plays out once they actually start moving him.

First I get a call last night that they will be here 2 hours early due to the weather. The weather which ended roughly 18 hours ago and has all melted. One might think rough weather would make them late not early, but these are no ordinary movers. So fine, good, whatever. Come early I say. I had a meeting this morning I didn't really want to go to anyway and movers coming in early means meeting postponed. Score one for the movers. I like them already.

Then I get a call this morning saying they will only be an hour early, and an hour later I get a call that they will be an hour later than the last estimate. This brings us to....the originally agreed upon time for them to come. Good thing I ditched that meeting this morning, the VIP I cancelled on was psyched! Apparently the movers have recovered from the weather, or didn't melt like they thought they would, or something. I could care less, my day is officially dedicated to this task and there's wireless here. Plus, I'm backing another tortilla of deliciousness, this one containing peanut butter, jelly and bananas. I could live for like a week with the food I brought, and important people own comfortable sofas. Not to mention all the extra time this affords me to tour his closets and stuff (and you know I did. I had actually told him I was going to and to clear out all his porn lest I be offended). Bring it on!

I will cut out the part about where I have to fight with the bitchy desk people here at the apt complex and their answering service about getting into the apartment. That is at least 50% the CEOs fault (shocking I know) and in the end I have a key, a reserved elevator and an open loading dock. Kerry's foul mouth and effectively channeled inner rage 1, bitchy giant apartment complex oppressors, 0.

When the movers actually arrive, there is a 15 minute Benny Hill-esque pursuit scene of us all chasing each other around the building trying to find each other. This is punctuated by phone calls from them to the admin of my office in NC. She asks for their phone number and they don't know it, she doesn't have caller ID and there is no end in sight. So she calls me to relay the latest location where she told them to stay and starts bitching about how they don't know their phone number. I asked her why she didn't give them mine. Silence. maybe a little growling, but whatever.

So I find the movers, finally and they inform me that they're going to go to lunch. I find this to be absolutley hysterical and commence laughing in the guy's face and ask him why he came without going to lunch then. "To be on time". Excellent, I like it. Punctuality is hot. Carry on brave soul, have a pickle for me while you're out...

I get another call from the admin, asking if I've found them so I tell her yes and give her the latest update about the lunch and we bitch a little and I laugh a lot about all sorts of things. 5 min later, the movers show up at the door to tell me
1)the truck does not fit in the loading dock: AWESOME Ensue raucous laughter.
2)the reserved elevator is as far away from the loading dock as you can get: hmm. if this impacted me even slightly the oppressors might get a point but as it stands, it sucks to be a mover
3) their boss called and cancelled their right to lunch (huh?) and they will start moving the stuff right now but could I go find them a sandwich, as they've come right from another job and are all hungry. Poor guy, I just stared at him for like a full minute trying to figure out if he was pulling my leg, and if not why he wouldn't just go eat like he said he was. A light dawns on MarbleHead: I asked "did my admin call and bitch your boss out?" he says "yes meees" (my best textual representation of a mexican accent) Interesting. I do some quick math and realize I don't get paid enough to oppress people, and I'm a sucker for the immigrant cause so I sign his time sheet, tell him I don't do lunch and to get their own, and to enjoy parking the truck whereever it does fit when they return.

And now here I sit. 45 minutes later. No movers in site, officially on the clock for 45 minutes now. I just hope they don't call the admin for directions if they got lost going to the McDs around the corner.