Yesterday came the next step post-divorce. Movers came to get 99% of my belongings out of what is now his house and move it all to storage. Everything went fairly smooth. I had packed 99% of non-furniture items, they arrived on time, worked swiftly and well together. We were on our way to the storage facility by 10:15 am. About an hour later, the transfer had been made from truck to storage unit with no problems. I signed more paperwork, we had a chat about using their service again next year to go from storage unit to a new place, we each got in our vehicles, prepared to each be on our separate ways - and that's when the smooth morning ended.
The exit gate didn't work so we were forced to go out the entry, same way we came in. I entered my security code, ran to my car, got in and headed out the door with the truck backing up behind me. The driver had to redirect the truck so was not ready before the security gate came down again. For the next few minutes, I keep entering the security code to keep the gate away from the truck as the driver worked to ease it thru the doorway, but it wasn't happening. After several attempts, while movers and truck went back into the facility to rethink the situation, I walked to the office only to find the 'back at noon' clock at the door. Called & left message which, by the way, over 24 hrs later has not been returned.
Finally, realizing there were no other vehicles around and had the whole parking area to work in, they decided to maneuver the truck to exit cab-first. When the whole truck was virtually straight in front of the door, my guesstimate is there was less than 2 ft on all sides of the truck. I punched in the security code one more time, and the truck easily moved on out. Thanks goodness'!
I had planned 2 more errands after the move but I was pooped!. You'd think I was the one driving the truck, HA!
Starting to really look forward to relaxing during the holidays. Gonna rent some movies, etc.