I guess it really started on Friday, as the furniture store was supposed to call me to give me a time frame in which the table would be delivered. Never happened. Since I am such a go-getter, I called myself the next morning. After being put on hold for about twenty minutes and told they were unaware they were supposed to deliver that day, they told me they would call me back. Never happened. So, my go-getter self called back after an hour and a half. This is when I was told the table would be delivered between 3-5. Perfect. I would just be sure I was home then. I could even get some stuff done while waiting. This was at 11:15, well after I first initiated contact with the stupid furniture people.
Five o'clock came and went. As 5:30 approached, I made another phone call. Have I ever mentioned I hate talking on the phone? According to furniture man, the one who had already put me on hold for half of my life, the delivery people just been at the store and were on their way to our house. A direct route. They should be here any minute. Shockingly, because everything this man has said up to that point had been completely true, this did not really happen.
Quarter to six, my phone rang. It was the delivery man. He would try to be at the house by 6:30. At this point, we were looming on an hour late for dinner we had planned at a friend's house, I told them not to come. Since they were just the delivery people, I needed to call my buddy back at the store.
I recapped the whole day for him, just to make sure he remembered, then told him we needed to reschedule. Nothing. I repeated myself again, "I need to reschedule." Silence. Jeff, sitting next to me, was inquiring about what he was saying. To answer his question, I spoke clearly into the phone, "he's not saying a word. He isn't answering me." That's when the man took over. Jeff got on the phone and got it taken care of! Hopefully I'm not speaking to soon. I am so tired of this empty dining room:
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