I was supposed to move on Saturday. I leave my flat to get the final meter readings and see two people sleeping in the communal area in sleeping bags. I thought that they were thugs hired by the landlord to get me out and change the locks.
So I texted this moving guy and asked if he could arrive any earlier than the scheduled 10.00 because some difficulties have arisen and I'll pay him more. He didn't reply and he didn't show up.
I also called the police. It turns out that these were just homeless people sleeping there.
So I called the guy who moved me into this property. He was available for Sunday. The last day of the lease was Saturday. But nobody else was available for Saturday. My ladyfriend also called a guy who said he was available on Sunday too.
Sunday comes. The booking was for 10.30. 11.00, I send a text asking if he's on his way. No reply. Doesn't respond to a couple of phone calls either. Doesn't respond to another text at about 12.00.
So I have to find another van guy. I call the guy my ladyfriend suggested yesterday. He's indigant.
"Didn't a girl call here asking about this?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Why didn't you call yesterday?"
I explain what went down.
"Okay. Well, give me half an hour. I don't really want to do it because it's snowing."
"I can pay extra. It's no problem."
"Okay. Let me make a call and get back to you."
I looked out the window and saw literally three snow flakes falling down. There was no visible snow whatsoever on the ground.
This guy didn't want to do it but he called somebody else who agreed to do it. He said it would cost about £90. That's about twice what any other van guy was asking for. But this guy is coming from a bit outside of Glasgow and it turned out that he had a big van and he had his girlfriend's teenage son helping out so it's okay, I guess. Also, it was a last minute booking.
The whole process took an hour from when they arrived, put the stuff in the van, drove to the new property, got the stuff into the new property, and left. Cost £100.
The guy was probably in his 50s. Not a job you want to do in your 50s. Looked like he had a hard life.
Then I got a text from this van guy who didn't show up earlier in the day. He apologised and said that his 17 year old daughter "went missing" the night before. So I said I'm sorry to hear that and I understand. Although, missing skank daughter or not, how long does it take to say, "I'm going to have to cancel, I'm looking for my jezebel daughter."
But yeah, I need to find a good flat. A place with a concierge and a gym and a balcony and panoramic views of scenic Glasgow. It can be done for £750/month. That's what I paid for that shithole in London.
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