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So if you are one of the truly mind boggling number of people who read the last blog, you will know that we have encountered some minor (Bullshit cough cough) problems associated with our move from GA to VA. Not to worry, the helpful (Useless Bitch) in charge of the GA section of the move has managed to figure out exactly what the problems are. I am so very relieved. (Bordering on stroking out completely cough cough)
See apparently, everything that has gone wrong with this move is my fault. That's right! See, instead of the fault being with the fact that the guy making the move simply decided that he wasn't going to move us and despite the fact that the BIC (that would be Another word for Female Dog In Charge) failed to email us, the guy in charge of moving pretty much everyone or his Boss or anyone else for that matter till the day BEFORE the packing was supposed to happen. Even though all of this seemed to be pretty damning evidence, the actual fault resides in me and my wife.
Apparently, the Moving Guy (Who my wife has affectionately dubbed Balls Less) decided when he came over for the move inspection that our house was entirely too filthy for his poor little delicate movers to be exposed to. Of course, he didn't have the spheres (Hence his pet name) to tell us that to our faces. Instead he smiled and joked while he informed us when the move would happen. Then when he returned to the Movers Cave, he called the BIC and told her.
Now folks, I admit that we have 5 cats and a decent number of litter boxes. I also admit that the carpet could use a good steam cleaning. But I can assure you that our house is not filthy nor is it a health hazard. Lived here almost 10 years and so far as I know, I have not died yet. So the very idea that this grungy little bald man can say that my house is too filthy to work in really pisses me off, but hey this is all my fault. We have to remember that.
So, once BIC got this information she was supposed to email her two bosses higher up the food chain and inform them of what happened. She was also supposed to email us the same information. She failed to do this until 08 July, 2013. For those keeping track, that is the day BEFORE they are supposed to pack the house. Both of her superiors, Mr. Hardeman and Mr. Passamore (Approximation on the names) confirm that they never received any emails from the BIC. Hardeman even went so far as to go back through his "received/trash" files to make sure. So no emails were sent out and no notifications were given.
(As a small aside here, let me say the Mr.s Hardeman and Passamore in San Antonio, Texas have been amazing through this whole ordeal. They are proof that most Government Employees are hard working decent people. God Bless them.)
So you would think that with the BICs inactions, at least that part would be someone else's fault right? Nope, wrong again. Apparently, according to the BIC, the in-depth briefing that my wife went to that covered the move informed her that the house had to essentially be spotless before the movers could work and a handy hand book explained all of that. Now the fact the briefing lasted all of 15-20 minutes instead of the hour that BIC claims and no handbook was given to my wife is completely beside the point. See apparently my wife was meant to gather the necessary information through some form of ESP. So once again, ALL our fault.
So after spending 80% of the day on the phone, it is just so comforting to finally realize that all of this bullshit isn't the result of some idiots in the Government not doing their jobs. Nope, it is all because my wife and I couldn't read Mr. Carroll's (of Carroll's Moving and Storage in Macon, GA) Mind to discover what he did not have the BALLS to tell us to our faces and that we didn't magically guess that the BIC really meant to send out those emails but just never got around to it.
Yup, all of this pain and all of this frustration is all MY fault. Who knew?
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