My fiancé and I have had quite the weekend. A couple weeks ago, he started his new job, which is conveniently in the city I live in. Since he had his last day of work at his previous job on a Friday, and this new job started on a Monday, he just loaded up his car and did a mini-move-in over that weekend. That worked well, but it also meant that the rest of his stuff was still in his old apartment.
On Friday, we drove back home so he could finish moving. I dropped him off at his old apartment so he could clean and finish packing, and I stayed at my parents’ house. Bright and early yesterday morning, he and his brother rented a moving truck and packed it full of boxes and furniture. Some of it went to his brother’s apartment, and some of it came all the way back in the moving truck.
Since it’s impossible for one person to unload a moving truck, I also came back yesterday to help him.
The plan was to get back in town around 4 or 5, unload, and return the truck. Uhaul closes at 7 on Saturdays, so we figured we would have plenty of time.
But of course, things didn’t happen exactly that way.
Because it’s the end of the month, the line for picking up trucks was long, and he got the truck an hour later than expected. Then he had to have his landlord inspect the apartment when everything was cleaned out. So he got a later start than expected.
We ended up timing our driving pretty well, since I got to town only about 10 minutes before him. Unfortunately it was 6:00 by the time we both got back.
I expected that if we unloaded efficiently, we could finish and get the truck back by 7. This meant frantically running from truck to apartment with boxes and lamps and furniture and stuff. Well actually, he would carry things from the truck to the front door, and I would carry them from the front door into the apartment.
We made a huge dent in the truck by 6:30, but there were still boxes and furniture to unload. And some of the furniture was heavy. We finished up the boxes and then attached the furniture. Some of it was pretty substantial. He had this bulky entertainment center that was much heavier than it looked, and it didn’t really have any places to get a grip expect on the very bottom. So we took frequent breaks, but finally got the entertainment center into the apartment. We also brought in a filing cabinet and a bookshelf in similar fashion.
By now it was 6:50, and all that was left was the futon. He carried in the frame by himself, but the mattress was huge and awkward. But because it was 6:50, I said that if we brought the futon mattress just to the front door, I could drag it the rest of the way, bring in all the boxes that were propping doors open, and bring his car to Uhaul when I was done. I took his keys and sent him ahead of me.
By the time I was done dragging in the mattress and boxes, I went out to his car, only to find him still in the truck. It’s large and considerably more difficult to drive than a car, so I helped him back it up without hitting anything.
He finally pulled out of the parking lot at 6:57.
Now I had no idea where Uhaul is, nor did I have any idea where the headlights or windshield wipers are on his car, so I quickly Googled mapped the location and figured out the car by a little trial and error.
I was really worried that he wasn’t going to make it to Uhaul by 7, but as I pulled into the parking lot, I saw him in the doorway, talking to the Uhaul employee. Even though they were closing up, the employee checked the truck back in anyway.
Hooray! I was so excited that we finished unloading and got the truck back in time!
So as we drove off, I was chattering away about how awesome we were to get the truck back on time.
Then my fiancé says, “Well I had the truck rented until Monday.”
What?? Monday!?!? “I thought we had to have it back by 7 otherwise you’d get charged for an extra day!”
Then he explained that he didn’t have to have it back by 7, he just wanted it turned in so he didn’t have to figure out where to park it. Which I get. But he could’ve dropped it off after hours, and we could’ve taken a more leisurely pace.
I just could not believe it! I had expected the entire time that he needed to have it back by 7 so he would get charged for a one-day rental instead of multiple days. He had never explicitly said that, but I just assumed that’s what he meant by telling me that Uhaul closed and 7 and he wanted it back by then.
It’s not the Worst Thing Ever that we unloaded the truck in less than an hour, and I’m glad he got the truck back without any problems. But it was most certainly the Most Frantic Move-In Ever.