This is the last day of my lease, and all of my furniture – including the sofa I’m sitting on now – is still here. It’s frustrating, but the fault of anyone I’d be contacting this morning. Though the Tasker who called me to yell at me because I had the audacity to not already own the truck I was going to be “renting” from him PLUS his normal hourly rate wasn’t helping in this endeavor. After ten minutes of nonsensical vitriol, he hung up on me.
And with that, I was left with literally ONE Tasker who fit my “unfairly onerous” criteria of “two workers AND a truck” (for those keeping track, they’re #7). Not only that, but their ad clearly stated “we have two workers for the same rate” (which I’ll get back to later). The important thing is they were available TODAY!
So around 11am, I get a call confirming my appointment on “Wednesday, October 11 at 1pm.”
“October 11th? What the hell is on October 11th?”
“That’s your move out date, according to the app, you move out on Wednesday, October 11, 2023 at 1pm.”
“No, I was supposed to move out YESTERDAY, but I had six Taskers cancel on me.”
“So, um, does that mean you actually want it done… TODAY? It’s YOUR screw up, but I guess I can try to accommodate you. You’re fine if it’s just me, right?”
“Um, no, I’m not.”
“Haha…Um, ha…. Wait, you’re SERIOUS?”
“Um, yeah, I’m serious. What part of ‘YESTERDAY’ are you not understanding?”
“I guess I can FIND someone by 1pm… but, um, that’s NOT how my rate usually works. It’s ME and YOU, ‘TWO workers ONE rate.’ Geddit?”
“Yeah, I ‘got it,’ but it funnier the first six times I’ve heard it. Please, don’t tell me your ‘truck’ is actually a Honda fucking Civic.”
“Oh, no. I have an actual truck for moving. It’s just going to take a while to find a second worker on such short notice.”
He excuses himself and hangs up. An hour and a half later, he texts me asking for an exact address. This could actually work. It better, he’s the last Tasker in my price range. Actually, he’s OVER my price range, but I’m not exactly in a position to haggle with anyone.
Sure enough, a half hour later, two guys pulled up in front of the building with a truck half full landscaping equipment which limited what they could carry in one load (though they did offer to unload their cargo and come back, they never actually did). They did however load up the boxes – including the ones the previous Tasker forgot – and some of the smaller furniture items (lamps, end tables, nightstand, and those storage ottomans my mom bought me in Orlando that don’t match the rest of my furniture).
Just as on Monday, I got in the cab and rode with them to the new apartment. I even showed them how to use the “handicap elevator” to bypass the three steps leading into the building. Next comes the hard part: navigating the endless maze of hallways in this deceptively large building.
“According to the leasing agent, my unit is ‘two lefts and three rights’ from the elevator.”
“Three rights, two lefts?”
“Sure,” I shrugged, leading them down the long, narrow hallway. “I just look for the door with the WHITE stopper as that’s the one – nope, not this one – immediately NEXT to mine. All I know is that it’s easier to find my way OUT of – damnit, next one – then my way TO it.”
I find the unit, open the door, and give them “the grand tour” so to speak: “you’re IN the living/kitchen/dining room, the master is to the right and the office/den is to the left.”
They nod and the “funny” Tasker (the only one who actually spoke to me) asks for the key to get back in the building. Five minutes later, they were back with as many boxes as they could carry.
“That was fast,” I commented. “How did you learn the building’s layout before I did?”
“Easy,” he shrugged, dumping his load unceremoniously in the future dining area. “We followed the ‘EXIT’ signs on our way out, and then went the OPPOSITE way on the trip back. This should take us another two trips before we’re ready for the next round.”
Thirty minutes later, I’m standing in the living room of my “old” apartment as the two Taskers discussed how to fit a sofa, loveseat, bed frame, 2 mattresses, a desk, a broken office chair, and a dresser in the back of their truck… along with a mower, an edger, a pair of hedge trimmers, and a leaf blower.
“Honestly,” I replied when he asked for MY opinion. “If you were Junk Taskers, I’d have you haul away the sofa – it’s like sitting on rocks anyway – and the chair. You can see it’s not put together right anyway (they look at me askance).”
“What about the loveseat with the, ahem, duct tape on it?”
“That’s at least somewhat comfort-”
“Got it,” he confers with his largely silent partner, he asks for my lanyard and they proceed to move ALL of it – sofa, chair and loveseat included – down to their truck anyway. The only thing they left behind was my living room rug that my aunt – yes, THAT aunt – picked out when I moved back up here two years ago. The only reason I actually kept it was because it matched my sofa.
When it came to time to unload, they dutifully took the furniture TO it’s target room. They did assemble the bed frame, but they left the mattresses leaning against the wall, kinda like how they took the TV stand into the living room but dumped the actual TV in the pile in the corner. When they were finished with their final load, they brought the hammer down.
“So, it’s almost 3:30pm. That’s 2.5hrs at $52.07 per hour times two workers = $52.07 times FIVE hours equals…” (I told you this would come back later).
“Congratulations, I’m now over my credit limit!!”
“WHAT?!”
“I have a payment I sent off two days ago to prevent this from happening, but they haven’t processed it yet. I also have an auto – sorry, autoMATIC payment on Tuesday, but once that invoice goes through, I’m over my limit.”
“Well, I already waived my same-day service as well as my truck rental fee, so you’re going to have to FIND that damn money as I DON’T work for free!! Got it? Anyway, I’ll put the invoice in, and you can deal with corporate hahaha! Pleasure working with you,” and on that note, they return my keys and left.
Ten minutes later, I get an ominous text saying to “meet us downstairs.”
This is a trap. Isn’t it? I’m going to be killed, maimed or… “we left yr Keurig in our truck bed by accident. Sry.” I go downstairs, get my ridiculously heavy coffeemaker, and they sped off like a shot.
I went back upstairs. I have a LOT of unpacking to do, but, at least, I’ve got coffee now…