People are constantly telling me I have a really cool job. Yes, I do have very cool and fun job but there are times almost daily that I think to myself “people have no idea this is what I do”. So I have decided to change my blog format to more of a diary so people can see what I really do everyday.
Friday, I had my first delivery with a new furniture rental source. I was not sure what to expect but have done a ton of furniture rental deals in the past so I knew I could handle it.
The delivery is in the leather district of Boston which is a very cool, up and coming area with a ton of incredible loft spaces.
I show up ten minutes before my two hour delivery “window” (don’t you just love delivery windows, ugh!). Luckily the delivery truck showed up about two minutes after me. Now we just need to wait for the realtor to let us in. No big deal.
In the meantime, the conceirge comes down and realizes we are doing a furniture delivery. Unfortunately, he is steaming mad and is speaking with the heaviest Indian accent I have ever heard. Oh Wow! I literally have no idea what this man is saying and I feel horrible because he is clearly very unhappy. I am trying so hard to understand him but I cannot make out a single word. The poor guy finishes his rant and I have to tell him I have no idea what he said. He grunts and throws his arms in the air and stomps off. Nice. Two minutes on-site and I am not making any friends. Yikes. I find out a little while later he is mad because he has to pad the elevator. Oh, okay that works.
My rep is there to make sure the delivery goes well. She actually carries my accessories upstairs for me…yay!!! I am so happy. Especially because it is 9am and I have parked in front of a huge puddle of swill and want to throw up every time I go back to my truck because it smells so nasty. Everything is going well except there is no rug. No problem, she calls the office and is having one sent out. The only dilemma is we have to wait around for an hour for it to show up. I get most of the job done and the rug arrives. All is well in the world.
The only bummer is that I totally underestimated the amount of accessories I was going to need. I need to bring down more soon to finish the job. That is doable though.
So now I am leaving Boston without any parking tickets and with a mostly complete job that looks super cute. Yay! I am heading north on 93 when all of the sudden a brown baseball-type ball comes from the southbound lane and smashes into the windshield of my truck!!! What the heck? Luckily, I saw it coming so I took my hands off the wheel and ducked. I have nowhere to pull over and I am covered in glass. Ugh! The rest of my day is not spent working, but instead spent waiting on the side of 93 for a tow truck, driving to the shop, getting a ride home from my mother-in-law and shampooing glass out of my hair. Awesome, another productive day here at NESG.