Well, we finally moved in last Friday. The new house is beautiful, Micah loves
his new playroom, and we're slowly unpacking all the junk we'd forgotten we had.
Life, overall, is pretty good.
Now, for the bitching.
1) Up until
the very day we closed on the house, the local water authority refused to allow
us water service, because the sewer pump station wasn't finished. Except that it
WAS finished, and everything was on and working. They were holding out on the
homeowners because our builder needed to put in some dirt along the pump station
driveway. And that dirt had to be personally inspected by the head of the local
water service. Who was on vacation.
Those water authority guys almost
cost us an awful lot of money. They DID cost us an awful lot of stress and
wasted time. Remind me to send them a nice card at Christmas. One filled with
the best anthrax money can buy.
2) A couple weeks before we were supposed
to move, the builder mentioned all offhand-like that our section of the
neighborhood didn't have gas yet. As in, it hadn't even been run to the area. At
the time, he wasn't even sure when it would actually be run. And we were all,
"Uh, dude, we have GAS COOKTOP."
"But it's okay," he said. "We'll install
an electric cooktop in the interim. That way we can get the Certificate of
Occupancy, and you'll have a cooktop." We agreed. We moved. Then we found out
that the wiring for an electric cooktop is totally different from that of a gas
cooktop, and consequently, ain't nothin workin. Fast forward, and FINALLY, 5
days after we moved in, the gas is connected and our cooktop is working.
Gosh, I'm glad someone thought to call the gas company BEFORE it became
a huge inconvenience for...oh, wait.
3) We won't have phone or internet
until at least July 30th because there are no wires in our section of the
neighborhood. Even though we called AT&T quite some time ago and asked about
that very issue.
4) And finally, the best of all. Today Todd went
over to the post office to forward our mail. He'd tried previously to use the
online service, but that didn't work. So he went to set it up with the postal
worker, and she couldn’t find the address anywhere. This led her to argue with
Todd about whether or not we actually live in our town (the answer is a
resounding "yes, and also, are you simple?"). Then, once convinced that we do in
fact live there, she told him that they'd have to measure the new distance on
the route before anything could be approved. The entire extra half-mile deeper
into the neighborhood would have to be verified PERSONALLY by the postmaster,
who would then decide "if we want to service that mailbox." And, of course, the
postmaster is on vacation. FOR THREE WEEKS.
So, no mail for at least
three weeks. Oh, but we can go pick it up on Saturdays between 8 and 10! Because
that's not an inconvenience, is it? Doesn't everyone want to drive all the way
to the post office to pick up their mail? I mean, what kind of lazy person
really needs postal service to their house anyway? You know, I bet the USPS
could save a lot of money just by eliminating mail delivery. Yay, we just solved
the USPS budget crisis!
...Guess what those guys are getting from me for
Christmas?
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