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Willow ,'Storyteller'
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Any advice on the table? I can think of a few options, but I don't really like any of them.
I just pinged a friend of mine who works at cheezburger.com about submitting my resume for a writer/reporter/moderator gig they've got open. Let's hope this leads somewhere, because I am tired of this unemployment thing.
Yeah, Hil, I'm too timid about it, I would probably just let it go with the landlord and try to figure something else out. If you disassembled it, could you move the parts upstairs yourself and reassemble?
Yeah, Hil, I'm too timid about it, I would probably just let it go with the landlord and try to figure something else out. If you disassembled it, could you move the parts upstairs yourself and reassemble?
Nope, the only parts that come off are the legs, and even with them off, the top is too heavy for me to get upstairs. And also, I now need to bring the other table downstairs, and that one doesn't disassemble at all -- it's an antique.
Hil, I'd probably try to find some friends to help me move the tables at this point, unless the landlord has people in for stuff fairly often. If so, a friendly "Hey, thanks for sending help for my table... they actually moved the wrong one! Any chance I could get some help again the next time you have people in?" But I'd probably just enlist some help from friends.
Fingers crossed, Jilli.
Or pay a couple of your students, unless that's an ethical violation of some kind.
God, Puppy Boy is so exhausting to deal with. And occasionally dangerous.
Hil, don't you just know the landlord, or someone, ignored the careful description you gave and said, "she wants us to move the table" and they grabbed the first thing that looked like a table. Voila, job done. I can't recall the number of times I've given careful instructions to workmen (or colleagues) only to have them ignored and the job fubared. I'd go back to the landlord again. Especially if you paid them to do it.
Since you didn't pay and it was done as a favor, I think you just need to hire a kid for $10 or $15 to move it for you when you are there, Hil.
I can't recall the number of times I've given careful instructions to workmen (or colleagues) only to have them ignored and the job fubared.
AHAHAHA. I can't recall the number of times that happened TODAY.
I think I may have almost thrown my back out. There was a big painful twinge thing happening, and now I'm trying to stay very still until I finish doing what I need to on the computer. Which, sadly, isn't Bitches.