Too mild for a pitting so…
Last week my best friend asked me if I could help his fiancee move out of her University apartment. He knew I was off Monday and since she had back problems she couldn’t lift anything heavy, leaving him unable to carry the larger stuff by himself. Since he helped me move several times, I agreed to spend my day off to drive 2 hours to the apt and help them load stuff in the moving van.
In general, my friends are reasonable people. They appreciated my willingness to help. However they also have a tendency to get a little over their head and it is often myself who ends up paying the price. In this case, it was planning the move. Because his fiancee was ‘nostalgic’ about leaving college, NOTHING was packed when I got there. I had assumed they needed me for bulky, heavy stuff like furniture- better to leave the organizing/boxing to the person who owns the possessions. But oh well, I had already driven two hours, and can’t change the reality that its going to take longer than expected.
Then comes the next (un)pleasant surprise- we are moving not just fiancee’s stuff, but her best friend/roomate’s stuff. Apparently they went halvsies on renting a moving truck. My friend neglects to inform me all of this until I’ve already arrived. No problem, I tell him. Surely she, and her own sturdy team of Y-chromisome packing compatriots will assist us, right? Of course, he replies. What time will they get there?
7PM…and its only noon when he gives me this news :smack: Apparently we can’t even START on her room until she gets there because fiancee doesn’t know what she’s bringing or leaving behind, etc generally just a big pain in the behind because it means the whole thing is going to take longer. Also, my friend needs me to stay for the whole thing to drive him back to pick up his car back in San Jose (long story). I’m obviously very unhappy but motivated to return the favor for helping him. I figure we work hard to get fiancee’s stuff completely moved then relax while roomie and her friends load their stuff. That’s not exactly how it played out. Here’s a timeline:
12:00PM- I arrive, start helping to pack in earnest
5:00- Making good progress, we take a beer break figuring other ppl will be there in a few hours.
7:00- Roomate has not shown up yet. No other friends are able (or willing) We start moving her stuff so we won’t be there all night.
9:30- Roomate calls fiancee to say she’s just left and is on her way. Should take her about an hour to get there.
11:30- Roomate arrives, no doubt distracted by squirrels on the way up or something :mad: conveniently when we are putting the last of her stuff in the moving van.
I’m pretty livid about it. I didn’t mind helping my best friend and his fiancee move, because that’s what I promised I’d do. But I think the roomate totally got off the hook by basically showing up at the last minute. Everyone (cept the girl who got free moving service) was exhausted and cranky, and yelling about it at the time would have accomplished nothing. But still, I felt a little bamboozled. The only reason I stayed is because I didn’t want to strand my friend on the principle that I only promised to help HIS fiancee move, but I got sucked into doing a lot more work/spending more time than I originally planned.