lesborella

All of my journals are the same.

So, I ordered this big lateral file cabinet for my office. It takes 10 days to ship. So the trucking company calls to make arrangements to deliver it. My street is not on any map. I try to explain where I live. They assure me they'll tell the driver. This is a lie. I don't know why I bother. The next day the driver calls. He can't find my street on his map. No kidding. I give him directions. He shows up. Drunk. No, scratch that. He shows up inebriated. Good consistent drinkers don't show up drunk. Drunk is for people like me who can't handle their liquor. He drops off the cabinet, I take it inside and take it out, only to discover the corner is fucked up. Like they dropped it off a cliff and it landed on the corner. You can't even open the bottom drawer.

I call the company, they arrange to ship out a new one and take the old one back. Another 10 days goes by. Freight company calls to make arrangements. I don't bother with directions. Driver calls the next day just to confirm that even though my street is not on the map, it is where he thinks it is. Yes, it is the same drunken delivery man. Remember the scene in "Fast Times at Ridgmont High" when Spicoli walks in tot the convenience store and sees Brad, and says, "Hey, I know you, you're the dud from All America Berger!" it was that same happy, hazy moment when he saw me. "Hey, I've delivered here before!"

So he takes the NEW cabinet out of the truck. This box looks like it was dropped off a cliff, into a dump truck, which then drove and dumped it off another cliff. So Drunky says, "don't worry we'll open it while I'm here and see if it's ok.

He begins to open the box. I suggest, that we should probably open it in my garage, since it is POURING RAIN outside. He is amazed at my resourcefulness. We open it in the garage. The packing materials inside the boz are shattered. It's supposed to be nice thick pieces of foam, but they're all broken. And yet, the file cabinet is amazingly unharmed. It is pristine. I am pleased.

So drunky offers to help me lift it off of the pile of packing materials and place it on the floor (So we can throw away the packing materials. We lift it up, (remember, it is now completely unpacked)

Drunky drops his end of the cabinet and it lands on the corner.

I wanted to just go back in my house and go to bed. He's apologizing profusely.

The damage seems very minor. A ding, if you will. so I accept delivery wanting this man out of my life, and this cabinet in my office. I couldn't in good conscience have this man driving in my neighborhood knowing that there are children, and dogs, and other furniture at risk.


Cabinet seems to be fine. Dent on drawer is only visible if you lie on the floor next to cabinet. So Giacomo sees it all of the time but he is too polite to say anything.

side note. When the first cabinet arrived damaged They apologized. I asked for 20% off for the inconvenience. 20% was inappropriate. Like the delivery man, it was much too high. I expected it to be a starting point. They agreed without argument. You have to ask. If you don't ask they don't offer. always ask.