Wednesday, March 18, 2009

People who think the rules are not for them

Rob and I moved furniture on Saturday. We took one bed and two dressers from our apartment, onto the elevator, and into the storage unit next door. And we didn't even get into a fight. We did, however, get into trouble with the building management, who informed us that we are not allowed to move furniture on the weekends. In fact, moving is only allowed in our apartment Monday-Friday between the convenient hours of 9am and 5pm.

This totally makes sense to me. I mean, why would you let people put their possessions into a nearby storage unit on the 2 days a week when they aren't sitting in an office? That would be too easy.

We are getting rid of several other pieces of furniture, the idea being that we will replace them with items that actually fit into our apartment. On Sunday, I posted our living room armoire on Craigslist and had it sold by that evening. It must be noted that when I posted this as an entertainment center about 3 weeks ago, no one was interested. So I sold it has an AMWAH. People like things with fancy names. Anyway, the woman who bought it hired movers to come over and pick it up. She and I met at the apartment at 2pm on Monday, and the movers were one hour and 45 minutes late. That is a lot of time to sit in your apartment with a stranger.

Highlight from the conversation: She leans over and grabs my hand and says, "I can't believe I'm telling you all of this!"

When the movers finally arrived, they came up to check out the armoire, and then went back down to their truck to get crucial moving tools.

When they came back, they were accompanied by the building superintendent, who stood behind them like he was Dad and we were all in big, big trouble.

"Sarah." He said, shaking his head. "I called Rob."

He called Rob? What? Am I seven years old?

It seems that even between 9am and 5pm on a Monday, you are not allowed to move anything unless you have given the Superintendent 2 days notice. I tried to diffuse the situation with profuse apologies, proclamations of ignorance, and lots of smiling. It worked, but I don't think it's going to work again this Saturday, which is when the new furniture is scheduled to arrive.

And the entire building can thank me for the notice on "moving rules" that is now hanging in both elevators.


Jay Nicolosi said...

Super is just looking for a bribe. Slip him five or ten bucks, or a sixer of PBR, and you're problems will be solved.

Word Verification: culanite

My definition(s):
1) (verbish) cooking party, as in "come one, come all, to culanite with us"
2) (noun) a cooking experiment gone very wrong, as in "who set off the culanite in the kitchen?"

Sarah said...

Oh my god, you're right! He is looking for a bribe. How did I miss that?

We should all culanite in OP sometime soon.

Dan said...

Sarah: This is not 'Nam. There are rules.

Nina said...

I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when the "stranger" was in your apartment. Your facial expressions alone would have made it well worth it.

Jonathan Lyons said...

you know how i feel about the super...

Colleen_Katana said...

Those are the stupidest effing "moving rules" I've ever heard of in my life. I've lived in this city for a few years and NEVER had any building with such rules. I wonder if there's anything in tenant rights that protect you from stupid ass rules like that...
(I had a HORRIBLE landlord last year...she and I actually had dated the same guy and I think she was slightly bitter...and so I've spent much of my free time looking up tenant rights!)