There are some human experiences that are so bad, they're funny. Similarly, there are some that are so funny, they're bad.
The first statement, I can prove. The second, I'll just toss away with the apology that it sounded good at the time.
Anyway, this whole move has been full of the first set of experiences. I mean, how often do you move somewhere only to have, in your first week in the new house, the air conditioning, the dishwasher, and the refrigerator all go out? Add to the confusion the fact that the washing machine we'd been overjoyed to take out of storage and start using again had a dried carcass of a small mammal tucked away inside it, and the little bugger really gave off some powerful aroma when rehydrated.
Believe it or not, there have actually been other, bigger, disappointments. Those, though, we're still in the midst of discussion with the companies involved, over relative responsibility. Once the talks have been concluded you'll likely get to hear the gruesome details. It's going to amaze some of you, I would hope, that companies can go so far beyond normal incompetence and into completely baffling disregard for any customer service type of concept in their operations.
In the meantime, I need to get to resting and relaxing after yet another day of trying to get moved in.