My New Job - As a furniture Delivery Person
Funny story as my son recently was hired by a kitchen outlet place. He received a phone call from his boss recently and said they needed to find someone to deliver a kitchen cabinet. It appears my son said he could probably find someone to deliver the item. My son asked if I wanted to do it as it paid 60 dollars. I just paid 800 last month on vet bills and am a bit behind on my bills so I said sure. Now silly me...I figured kitchen cabinet ...little thing. Remember I only weigh 100 pounds and stand about 5 ft high. My son wanted to help and we argued about his recieving half. Yesterday, I drove to his work to pick up the cabinet...which turned out to be 8 ft tall in the packaging and weighed over 200 pounds. We had to get the forklift to load it in my van. Crawling under the van and now full of grease on my hands as I made sure this huge thing that was sticking out at the end of my van was properly secured with rope which I fastened underneath the van. I couldn't even pick the thing up to slide it in further in the van...my son huffed and puffed, pushing it as far as possible. I said he'd better come with me afterall. He fortunately thought to bring along the dolly from his work. We drive to the woman's townhouse to deliver the item. He knocked on the door and she asked incredulously if he was alone, and he piped up.."nope my mom is with me". I saw the bemused look on her face when she doesn't see an amazon woman but petite me going to assist. The townhouse had stairs...gasp! So we had to walk the entire perimeter of the complex to go down a ramp which was located on the front. I couldn't park there as it was a busy street. Instead we loaded this "monster" on the dolly and huffed and puffed to walk the block around, going down the ramp, through various doors, elevator, until we were in her kitchen. My son was breathing so hard and I was only holding the front so it wouldn't tip over. I then went back to retrieve the shelves and thought I was going to die. There were four and must have weighed 50 pounds. Ohhh my legs, back and arms. My son ended up taking them from me and I carried the small bag of screws. I hobbled back to the van and let him deal with the lady and the delivery charge. So ends my career as a "furniture delivery person" and since my son did all the work I let him keep the entire amount. Marianne and the boys |
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LOL...Im in the kitchen cab business, and I would never have done that...those shelves ARE heavy...and about the only thing I will pick up...nothing like a full size pantry cab to keep you in shape..sounds like she got a smokin' deal on the delivery....next time small petite you needs to bat your eyelashes and say..."Oh boy's......." it seems to work for me...and always wear heels...gets you out of doing a lot of stuff like that!  |
| What bonding! What togetherness! I'll bet you were overjoyed that he was sharing this adventure with you. |
Marianne wrote: Crawling under the van and now full of grease on my hands as I made sure this huge thing that was sticking out at the end of my van was properly secured with rope which I fastened underneath the van. we had to walk the entire perimeter of the complex to go down a ramp which was located on the front. we loaded this "monster" on the dolly and huffed and puffed to walk the block around, going down the ramp, through various doors, elevator, until we were in her kitchen. My son was breathing so hard and I was only holding the front so it wouldn't tip over. I then went back to retrieve the shelves and thought I was going to die. There were four and must have weighed 50 pounds. Ohhh my legs, back and arms. My son ended up taking them from me and I carried the small bag of screws. since my son did all the work I let him keep the entire amount. Huh?? Doesn't sound like he did all the work!! Yowsa! Very impressive and worth alot more than $60! |
| Hey thanks everyone!
You're right Valerie I did do something but since I'm smaller it was easier for me to crawl under the van. It was hilarious too as my son went to get his boss at that moment to make introductions. They were looking for me , my feet were just sticking out beneath the van and was the only part of me visible.
George it was wonderful bonding! The woman to whom we made the delivery was telling me how fortunate I was as she only had girl children and how nice it was that I had a son. I refrained from telling her that it's not much different for my son who doesn't have a dad ..he has a mom.
Last week I was bemoaning the fact that while he was at work, I was up two stories on a ladder fixing the gutters and siding on the house that had blown off in the windstorm. Darcy, wish heels still worked for me..sigh.. Where the heck is that Miss Parfait babe when I needed her. Ha Ha! Marianne |
Oh, I love your stories. You should write books.  |
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yes!! she'd be great at it. |
Oh Marianne! The things you do!  |
| I'm just glad you're OK. You remind me of the Little Engine That Could. |
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