01:12 Feb 07 2012
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Morning started out doing two small moves as favors. Few weeks ago my attorney worked up a release form for me to try and get into some of the abandoned buildings around here. People are really getting touchy about letting me into the places I want to get into, so she wrote me up a legal release.
For that I agreed to move several boxes, and a cabinet for a older gentleman that she knows. He was my band teacher, is well known in town. The items was up two flights of stairs so… I said we would do it. The man doesn’t need to be tugging down those boxes, hurt himself. My guys did it in an hour, placed into the storage building. He promised to send me a couple of tickets the next band performance they give, it’s a little group that gets together a few times a year and perform for the public. My attorney plays the flute, fiddle since Jr. High school.
Then it was moving one amora TV cabinet up the stairs of another person our family has known for years. His mother use to work at the bank and she was always helpful. He was a police man for years, and now, I think, works at the DEA. 350 lbs up a narrow stairway that starts up three steps, turns, with a overhand. Left the guys having to pick it up over the banister to even get it around the curve. Done, and he gave them each a $25.00 tip.
Planned to wash the trucks but cold air moved in, but we did get the large trash pile burned. Stood around, chatted, joked, to end the 4 hours min they get paid to come in. :)
Gratitude- My men who can drive me nuts can also make a day wonderful, fun. Like today.
Then a few items in town, the rain stopping, as I headed to Harlan Ky. Took my time, was running on time, and meet the three department heads about a local office move. Way too many Indians are going to be a problem as they could not even show me the items they needed moved without a fuss. Always makes for a fun move, but we will see if I get the job.
Gratitude- the water falls off the hills, catching the sun light that was starting to come out from behind the clouds. Looked like diamonds falling off the black coal.
Then the drive home, with a call that a freight truck that was to of been here before noon, is 20 miles away. Of course that is right at 5:00pm, and the dispatcher knew we closed the warehouse at 4:30pm. I pull into him just parking his truck. So I go and unload the little Chinese dude, him going to sit in his truck, leaving me to unload with my brother who came down to help.
At the end of me unloading the 5 wooden shipping crates (4 feet wide/ 7 feet tall, 7 feet deep, wooden, 1000 lbs easy) I notice one of the crates has the floor busted out, most of them had the security seals broken. Now- these are seals they use on the doors, to keep the thieving down. They are applied at pickup, numbers logged into the inventory that I get before they show up. You check the number, and if they are the same, and solid- you are fine. If they are broken, or the wrong numbers- you write it up on the freight bill. Tracking who broke into it, or who changed them.
The Chinese dude had a fucking fit. It is 5:50, getting dark, and he is calling all these folks so I can explain why I wrote the seals as being broken. “Uh…because they are.” “We just picked up the trailer- you are blaming us for stealing.” “We did not steal- you are setting us up.” “What is a seal? We don’t check seals.” all told to me in broken English. Seems the guy's dispatcher, I say wife, could not speak good English either.
Military- if you read my journal you know they have cut the price paid for movers by more 2/3. Instead of using a freaking professional shipping company they got this lame ass shit. “If you do shipping, you know what security seals are. Don’t act like you don’t. They are broken, enough said.” But after a hour of having some broken English screamed at me over the phone, and the man standing there saying over her “You not write up.” I had enough. I closed my doors, told the man to get in his god damn truck and get off my property. I was closed and I did not have hours to explain to anyone how to do their fucking job.
So what does the dude do? He starts walking around the building, looking for a way in. I tried to calm, and told him he can come back in the morning, we would pick it up then. Nooooo…. Then he said he wanted a photo. It is 6:20pm, alone, I ain’t fucking opening the building, and going in alone with him. No, and you need to leave. He goes and opens his tractor hood, saying his truck broken. Ohhh… I was ready to break something.
I called the cops. Two very nice men came, one had been in the military and understood the seals, even though the other cop understood. Doesn’t take a fucking brain surgeon folks. So the guy tells him he wanted me to take the crates out of the building, spread out so he can see all sides, and turn outside light on so he can take photos. I said no. I will open the building, he can go in, and take them but I was not going to move them from where I had them stacked three high already. He should of took the photos while I was unloading. Into the buildings we go, the police walking with me. He took photos, and started again with the “I did no damage. She can’t write up. It is opening me to claim. She must show me damage.” I explained again I can’t open the crates. Only way to do is to have a military inspector to come, agree to open them, and I can tell you they will not. He takes a few photos, saying I need to take them down. I just stood there, kept my mouth shut as after a while- why? Why say a fucking word when no one is listening? He gets upset, starts waving his arms about, yelling. The police step up as he steps toward me saying I was cheating him from his pay.
The walked him out of the building, I locked up, and they took him to his truck. I walked up to them after a few minutes, and he said he was leaving, and would not be back. Good- all I asked for. The police followed him out of the parking lot, and I go home to food and rum.
Gratitude- Policemen who are willing to help, ending drama with a hand on a elbow and a gentle push toward the door.
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MistressxRobin3
19:57 Feb 29 2012
i love storms like that, i am hopeing for one like that later this week. hopes real hard for it.
i also love hurricane season. and when one comes my way.... i tend to get out the pop corn, and throw it in the air to see how far the popcorn goes lol goes 20-30 feet mind ya 40ish i would say.)
ladySnowStrixx
22:19 Feb 29 2012
lol yeah we got it too , didn't last long enough for me but it was nice.
Requiem
00:27 Mar 01 2012
Will you shake the thunderstorm doll my way, please and thankee? ♥
PandorasBx
01:22 Mar 01 2012
I like the smell afterwords.