I started typing a rant, but I'm too tired to even type out the whole debacle. Basically, we're on a tight timeline to get the paperwork sorted for moving in on Saturday, and a number of people have mucked up along the line, so that when I called back for the second time this afternoon, the short version was that we couldn't move until Monday at the earliest. I don't even need to explain all the ways in which that is a disaster.
The woman on the phone stonewalled me the entire conversation, failed to tell me what the actual problem was, only that it "Probably wouldn't be solved tomorrow", and generally just responded with "No" to any suggestion I had. Flatmate goes in after work finds out that they couldn't get in touch with the guarantor (flatmate could and did). Information was exchanged. We await one last piece of info for flatmate's reference and we're good. Handover can happen tomorrow afternoon. I have to take some time off work, but I think they'd prefer that to me (and my furniture) moving into the downstairs office for the week.
It all sounds like it might be OK now, but there was an hour and a half or so this afternoon that was NOT GOOD.
I need another drink.
Watch this space.
The woman on the phone stonewalled me the entire conversation, failed to tell me what the actual problem was, only that it "Probably wouldn't be solved tomorrow", and generally just responded with "No" to any suggestion I had. Flatmate goes in after work finds out that they couldn't get in touch with the guarantor (flatmate could and did). Information was exchanged. We await one last piece of info for flatmate's reference and we're good. Handover can happen tomorrow afternoon. I have to take some time off work, but I think they'd prefer that to me (and my furniture) moving into the downstairs office for the week.
It all sounds like it might be OK now, but there was an hour and a half or so this afternoon that was NOT GOOD.
I need another drink.
Watch this space.