So guess who never showed at 430? Or even 530? By 615 I called the store, and the following conversation ensued:
WOMAN FROM STORE: Hello?
KIM: Hi... Um, this is Kim, we spoke earlier about having my appliances picked up...
WOMAN FROM STORE: Yes! At 430.
KIM: Right... well no one's been here yet and no one has called me.
WOMAN FROM STORE: He said he was going at 430. You get home at 430.
KIM: (oh jesus here we go) Yes. Well, it's 615 and like I said, I haven't heard anything.
WOMAN FROM STORE: Hmmm. Maybe I will call him. Maybe he is coming, I don't know. Maybe tomorrow.
KIM: Well see, tonight would really be best, because we're having some work done tomorrow.
WOMAN FROM STORE: Maybe I will call him. He said 430.
KIM: Ok... well, can you call me after you speak with him? Because if he's not coming I may need to make other arrangements.
WOMAN FROM STORE: Ok! I will call you right back.
*35 minutes go by*
WOMAN FROM STORE: Hello?
KIM: Hi... Kim again... so did you call your delivery guy?
WOMAN FROM STORE: Oh. Yes. He didn't answer.
WOMAN FROM STORE: But I called him this afternoon? And he said he was on his way to rent a washer? And I told him, don't rent a washer, get one from my store! But he was looking at a washer, and that was at 430, and then he was coming to get your appliances later, at 430? (Apparently the delivery guy exists in some kind of time warp.) So he may still be coming. I don't know. It's kind of past 430.
KIM: Yeah, by about 3 hours.
WOMAN FROM STORE: I will call him again.
KIM: PLEASE call me back after you do, so I know what's going on.
WOMAN FROM STORE: I will call you right back.
*an eternity passes*
Needless to say I have heard not one word from this woman. I've called her approximately 57 times today but she's apparently smartened up because she's not answering or returning my calls. I had a faint hope that maybe the delivery guy would call me himself, but that's fading with every passing hour. Meanwhile my POS stove and dishwasher are sitting on old towels in my living room, which frankly is insulting the hell out of my Crate and Barrel couches (which have been shoved to the side to make room for them).
My oversized armchair is no longer anywhere near lined up with the TV. This makes me angry.
Almost as angry as the fact that I now have NO IDEA what to do with these damn things. Even if I managed to drag them down two flights of stairs, across the courtyard, and out to the parking lot.
WHY IS NOTHING EVER SIMPLE?!