I have met all types of people during this move. And I will say that the majority of them have been so very nice. But, don't you know, that I'm the lucky one that always has to run across the fools who are brain dead in my travels. The people down here at new town have been so very nice for the most part. There was the mail lady who pulled in the drive to introduce herself before we even had our mailbox up. Our neighbors that stopped by to introduce themselves and ended up helping us out with the electrical problem. Oh have they helped with our electrical issues! It seems that the original electrician that was hired to come out here and do some work was brain dead. He set the new electrical pole by the well house. That would be all very good and dandy but the house hookups are 110 feet away on the total opposite side of the house. Additionally, he set the pole by an out of date electrical line that only had 110 running to it. That didn't bode well for me ever having air conditioning. And in my warped view of the world, there are 2 things I have to have. AC and Internet. And not the type of AC that results from white cold flakes falling from the sky folks. I want the cold stuff blowing out my vents. Additionally, the brain dead electrician apparently ran my 220 water pump off a 110 line which would cause me a massive headache and lack of water before too long when the pump would have fried from improper wiring. That would have been a real joy to live thru right? One of my new neighbors is a retired electrician. And he is a southern gentleman from head to toe. He and his son both live by new house and they have been a god send! Our realtor called them to see if they had a generator that we could use for the water guy to get the water going since we had no electrical to the house yet. (We still have no water either but that's another story) These two gentlemen showed up and have taken over my electrical issues in a most appreciated way. They know the county inspector and were able to get things inspected and going faster. They knew what needed to be done and showed up with a back hoe to get it done. And the dad even ran to the store and picked up the parts needed instead of sending me. He did it to make sure he got what he needed and that I didn't get the wrong thing but as I have no idea where anything is around here, I'm sure not going to complain. As of right now, we're still in the hotel but 2 wonderful neighbors moved the pole to where it needed to be yesterday and local co-op came out just before 5 last night and got power to the pole so this morning wonderful neighbors are going to get it to the house. Tomorrow morning, water guy arrives and I'll have water.
Speaking of the hotel.... I will say that the ladies that work for this hotel are wonderful. They have been so nice! And I have killed off my hotel key by leaving it in the heat or by my cell phone or something so many times as to be embarrassing. Yes, my friends, I am a ditz that way. Every person that I've dealt with that works for the hotel has been wonderful. However, the guy that owns the hotel.... is a total jerk. He is not from here. He treats his employees like trash. He is one of those people that emigrates to the US, starts a business and doesn't have to pay taxes for 10 years. Now, I'm not a political type person as you all know. This is not a political blog and never will be. But every so often, something crops up and as this is my space to voice my opinions on life- this is one time when you'll actually hear something that might be considered political. This is America - land of the free, home of the brave, etc, etc... But, it's pretty sad when our national debt is rising to the point that our grandchildren will be paying off the current pork bill stimulus and yet emigrants can afford to start businesses over here before Americans can. Why don't they have to pay taxes? What kind of garbage is that? Can you imagine that amount of money going into the US treasury if these folks had to pay taxes like the rest of us do? Holy cow! And this is a rude rude man. He's rude to employees and rude to patrons of the hotel alike. I'll be more specific in later posts but for now, I'm still stuck here until tomorrow. Propane men that came out- more super nice folks. Of course, one of the first things I've heard from everyone we've met is "do they (referring to the boys) play football?" So, this must be a football oriented community. Well, B has no inclination to play football at all. Little Man does and probably will tryout. But, B.... Well, there's just too much running for him in that game. ;)
Well, I need to go meet wonderful neighbors at the house and get out there when it's cool enough to make unpacking with no air not quite so miserable. I have plenty more to share about the moving company but that will have to wait for another post and the pictures to show anyone why they should never use this particular moving company. Have a great day!
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