Where's The Furniture?
So, after my dad busted tail all week to get my room painted again, where's the furniture? Dad spent Friday afternoon and night painting the final coat on the trim and doors and cleaning things up including steam cleaning the floor. On Saturday, dad was outside cleaning the truck and mom was planting a few flowers. Just to be a little anal (wonder if I will get this trait?) dad suggested to mom that she call The Baby's Room to see if the furniture was in the store as requested. After all, we had set up for a few people to help pick it up and carry it into the nusery. Much to our shagrin, it wasn't!!! It was still in the warehouse which of course wasn't open on weekends. By this time, dad could tell that the conversation was going way too long and decided to trail mom and I to see where we were at. He didn't hear the conversation, but he knew it wasn't good.
One and a half weeks earlier... Dad called to check on my piece of furniture that wasn't in yet (hutch). He quickly found it was backordered and that the store would deliver it for free. While on the phone, they asked if he wanted the remaining furniture to be transferred to the store. Of course, he asked how much notice they needed because he didn't feel it would be right to have it sitting there for weeks. The lady (no name), said that they needed a week. A quick calculation of timing (dad's good at that) and he knew that it was only 1-1/2 weeks until we were planning on picking it up and said to transfer it. No problem, right?
Back to present... So mom gets off the phone and dad's blood pressure was beginning to elevate since he had just spent every waking minute for the past week on my room so everything would be just right for the furniture (okay, so maybe every waking minute might be a stretch, but he was working on four other projects at the same time). A quick discussion with dad and mom about the store conversation and mom called back (I think dad might have been afraid that he would blow his stack because he had already talked to one goof ball at the store). So, mom's on the phone and everyone was asking what the name was? I didn't really understand because I don't have a name yet and it sounded like mom kept talking to different people. Finally, this guy with a deep voice once again asked about a name. I think he must have been some boss guy or something because mom said something about being kissed and being schmoozed. Okay, so I am a slow learner and finally figured out that the name asking was for the idiot at the store that didn't do the paperwork. I'll have to check into this kissing thing in a few months... So, since I am beginning to ramble, let's just say that the order for free delivery on the hutch was transferred to the rest of the furniture and we are hoping to get my furniture delivered next Saturday. If I am not on the Saturday route, then they said they would take it to the store on Tuesday. I am thinking dad is going to tell mom that they will need to find another day to deliver it for free when we are home...
Fortunately, dad being on top of things and going with his gut, mom called The Baby's Room and found that my furniture wasn't where it was supposed to be... Can you imagine if the 10-1/2 of us showed up at the store and they didn't have the furniture there???? Oooohh!! I would have seen fireworks twice in the same week... ;)!
One and a half weeks earlier... Dad called to check on my piece of furniture that wasn't in yet (hutch). He quickly found it was backordered and that the store would deliver it for free. While on the phone, they asked if he wanted the remaining furniture to be transferred to the store. Of course, he asked how much notice they needed because he didn't feel it would be right to have it sitting there for weeks. The lady (no name), said that they needed a week. A quick calculation of timing (dad's good at that) and he knew that it was only 1-1/2 weeks until we were planning on picking it up and said to transfer it. No problem, right?
Back to present... So mom gets off the phone and dad's blood pressure was beginning to elevate since he had just spent every waking minute for the past week on my room so everything would be just right for the furniture (okay, so maybe every waking minute might be a stretch, but he was working on four other projects at the same time). A quick discussion with dad and mom about the store conversation and mom called back (I think dad might have been afraid that he would blow his stack because he had already talked to one goof ball at the store). So, mom's on the phone and everyone was asking what the name was? I didn't really understand because I don't have a name yet and it sounded like mom kept talking to different people. Finally, this guy with a deep voice once again asked about a name. I think he must have been some boss guy or something because mom said something about being kissed and being schmoozed. Okay, so I am a slow learner and finally figured out that the name asking was for the idiot at the store that didn't do the paperwork. I'll have to check into this kissing thing in a few months... So, since I am beginning to ramble, let's just say that the order for free delivery on the hutch was transferred to the rest of the furniture and we are hoping to get my furniture delivered next Saturday. If I am not on the Saturday route, then they said they would take it to the store on Tuesday. I am thinking dad is going to tell mom that they will need to find another day to deliver it for free when we are home...
Fortunately, dad being on top of things and going with his gut, mom called The Baby's Room and found that my furniture wasn't where it was supposed to be... Can you imagine if the 10-1/2 of us showed up at the store and they didn't have the furniture there???? Oooohh!! I would have seen fireworks twice in the same week... ;)!
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