I am going to be moving soon, which sucks for a thousand reasons, but it mostly sucks because it is insanely expensive and I have to deal with moving estimate salespeople all week.
I can’t tell you how annoying it is to start off every phone conversation with:
“Ok, what is your last name?”
“Lara”
“[pause] Is that your last name?”
No, it isn’t. Thanks for correcting me because for a second I mixed up my names! It is really difficult to go through life not knowing the difference between “first” and “last” name and every day has been a struggle for my 22 years of existence.
For one thing, “Lara” is not that common of a first name, it is a well known last name in some parts of the world! There is even a book about it. If my last name was “Elizabeth” or “Catherine,” I would understand the confusion a little more.
Also, the sales tactics of these people are a little annoying. I realize that consumers are idiots and can be tricked into buying just about anything, but I don’t really need to hear your sales pitch about me buying boxes that I am not going to buy or the difference between other companies’ “estimates” and your “gauranteed flat rate priceTM” that is still about a thousand dollars more expensive than any other mover I have called. “Gauranteed price, you say! Well heavens, of course I will reserve with you immediately and pay 3x what everyone else is charging!”
Anyways, before I hear lip about getting movers instead of getting a U-Haul or whatever, my boyfriend and I live on a 4th story walk up in Chinatown and are moving into a 3rd story walk up. We are roughly the size of the Olsen twins and yesterday we had to give up on orange juice for breakfast because neither of us could twist off the cap of the juice bottle. We are not strong, and none of our friends are, and any of our friends that pretend to be always magically disappear whenever we need help for anything.
