Moving blunders

On Friday I had lunch at work with an employee, JJ, who worked at my previous job, in my previous group. We didn't overlap; we must have missed each other by two months at most. It was fun trading stories about a previous environment we could both relate to. During lunch, my phone rang and it was a number I didn't recognize, so I ignored it. Little did I know what call I was missing:

"Hi Andrew, this is Monica. I have news about your move-in. The good news is, your stuff has arrived in California. But the bad news is.. the trailer in which your stuff is stored is sealed. Actually, it has been quarantined by the California Department of Agriculture. So I'm sorry, but we won't be able to move your stuff in tomorrow. If you have any questions feel free to call. Bye! *click*"

WHAT??!?!! My friends were quick to joke that perhaps I shouldn't have shipped a massive marijuana farm from coast to coast. Ha ha, very funny guys. After some frantic calls to my relocation specialist and to Monica from the moving company, we determined that some other person's stuff that was stored in the container was infested with gypsy moths, and that I was just an innocent bystander. Great.

The end result was that they were going to offer to move my stuff in on Monday, which was useless to me, as I would be at work all day and I couldn't take time off. Monday is the day on which I am supposed to have the "kick off" meeting for the project that I'll be working on. Instead we agreed on a move-in for next Saturday, the 25th. This will be a month and a day after I moved out from Boston. Needless to say I will be happy when it's over :)

And just to get my heart rate up on a Monday morning, the last of the hilarity (I hope) occurred on Monday at 8:40AM, when I was just stepping in to work. I got a call from the moving company informing me that they were at my house and were ready to move in. Shall I repeat my earlier comment? I think so. WHAT??!?!! I was nice to the moving guy, since obviously it wasn't his fault, but I told him that Monica had arranged for a Saturday move-in.

Good times!