further tales in misplaced mattress saga..

Current Sleeping Status: still room for two on our glorified life raft.

Two days after the first air mattress puncture, there was a second puncture. But thanks to my self taught methods finding and patching leaks – I’m really good at holding things under water till bubbles appear, and then sealing them shut forever – fixing the second leak was pretty easy. Still irritating as fuck, but an easy irritating fuck.

And now, there is no sign of our real mattress. I’ve called Atlas, I’ve been calling Atlas, but to be honest, I don’t see the point of calling Atlas. They never have any information for me, and all they want to do is get me off of the phone as quickly as possible without hanging up on me.

“We’ll call you back tomorrow.”

“Jamie is working on that for you, but they went home for the day, so I’ll have them call you tomorrow.”

I called Atlas Van Lines last Thursday, December 4th, to ask wtf, and I got the feeling that they were sheepish about the whole thing – but that might have been the Southern/Indiana accents? I was informed that our mattress was in a storage facility, in Vermont of all places, and that I would be called the very next day with an update.

I spent all Friday and the weekend wondering where the fuck Vermont is and not receiving a single phone call. So I called them Tuesday, the 9th, and was told that some other employee had taken over the claim/account, but they had gone home for the day and would call me the next day. I was also told that the last note on the account was on Dec 2nd stating that it was at a warehouse.

Meaning, it’s still in Vermont.

Of course the new person taking care of my problem didn’t call me back yesterday. So I had to call Atlas this morning and was passed over to a supervisor that yet AGAIN deferred with a “I will call you back this afternoon”.

I was mistaken with my assessment of sheepish. They’re not sheepish, they’re just shitty.

Which is odd, because we haven’t paid them a single penny. Why does no one want my money? The moving company, my rental building, no one wants my money.

So far there’s still room for two on our glorified life raft.. For today at least. I wonder if Atlas’ property insurance covers marriage counseling? A month of sleeping on a glorified life raft really puts the test to a relationship, doesn’t it?

another mattress for that pea?

I feel like I need to start over here. Is that even possible?

Let’s just skip to the basics.

Currently – Living in New York City. It’s been almost a month and I’m feeling pretty good about that.

So the fun part about having your furniture moved across country is that if they don’t manage to bring it all to you, you don’t have to pay them till they bring the missing piece(s). Because we only had a studio apartment worth of furniture, our stuff got grouped up with other peoples stuff and then shipped in a bigger truck. And somehow, our mattress – the one piece other than the couch that we were really looking forward to – ended up in Vermont of all places. They said they should get it back to us by the following week, but it’s been two weeks since they dropped off our stuff and the only word we’ve gotten on it has been very sheepish.

The weak silver lining here is that we haven’t had to pay them yet?

And then the super un-fun part of moving across the country, having the movers lose your mattress leaving you to sleep on an air mattress for 3+ weeks, is that EVENTUALLY an air mattress puncture will happen.

Fact of Life: Three plus weeks is too long to test fate with an air mattress.

And of course the puncture is always in some totally illogical (on the top) and absolutely impossible to see spot (in a corner of one of the divots), so you have to deflate, soak, and re-inflate the mattress to find the mysterious wound. Or just buy a new one.

Unfortunately I’m both stubborn and cheap. So guess who spent a few hours crawling around her bedroom soaked and angry? (Your Mom.)

TWICE.

Because if one hole happens, why not another one two days later?

Making a bed out of a glorified life raft for a month really tests a marriage, doesn’t it?

I should pester the movers again.

But at least there’s Fall here, right?