So, the moving guys show up today to pick up all our crap. A lot of crap. But crap we have tried to let the sales guy know about and whose response was usually "okay okay". First thing is they hand Hubby an envelope and say "how much do you want to do for gratuity?" Ummm....what? This is your job douchebag. Big guys. Guys who tell him the standard is 10% of the total move...which they have now told him will be TWICE AS MUCH. So they want extra up front. And these are BIG GUYS. So Hubby gives them the money.
And the damn sales guy was no help. Told him to give them the money and he'd sort it out after the load came in to figure out costs. WHAT???
He spoke with the owner. Who was sort of helpful.
What does all this mean? We will most likely have no backup money for rent until Hubby gets work. He needs to find a job IMMEDIATELY. You know, no pressure. Just the exact issue we were trying to avoid.
And it means me giving up the idea of hiring a midwife for a homebirth (which I haven't even had a chance to write about).
I learned today that not only does exhaustion bring on contractions. So does me having a total meltdown.
Seriously....every time we try to plan stuff out...
GO AWAY BLACK CLOUD.