'Destiny'
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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.
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.
Yeah, this is what I'm thinking.
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.
Yeah. I just have no idea how they could walk into a room and see one table that had things on top of it and another table that was upside down and decide that what they were supposed to do was take all the things off the table and move it, rather than take the upside-down table and put it right-side-up and move that one.
Yeah. I just have no idea
That's what I usually say. "I have no idea what they were thinking."
Upside down, they may not have really registered it as a table. If landlord says, "also, can you take the table in the hall upstairs?" you're not really going to be looking around for surprise hidden tables.
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.
OH NOES. If you still have one of the flexerils I gave you, take it before going to bed.
Surgery~ma, Morgana.