Jun
4th
2008

At a standstill

By Kaiser Dämmerung

Allow me a moment to take the biggest, messiest, corn-studded SHIT on La Rosa del Monte.

We have been stuck in Orlando for nearly a week now, when the original plan was to hang out here probably for a weekend while the freighter company mentioned above did it’s thing and released our car for pickup at their warehouse.

Wat has gone on for the past few days is an excruciating waiting period, much more painful than the acceptance letter from the Guildhall, since at least that last one I had a lot of faith in. But not with La Rosa. Since last Friday they have provided us with a shit ton of excuses and tentative dates for when they’ll have our car ready, and when that date finally arrives, all we get is a new excuse and a new date to call them back. How utterly Puertorrican of them.

First, they said the freighter hadn’t unloaded. Then it was stuck in the pier. Then it was unstuck and was on it’s way to the warehouse. Then they backtrack and tell us it’s still on the pier again. Then they tell us that our wagon number is 49, and they have only processed up to number 47.

Yesterday, yet another day they assured us they’d have it ready, they really took the cake. First the fucking punk-ass whore receptionist plays with our feelings and tells us that it’s ready and we can pick it up right away. Then she stutters and says “wait.. hold on a second don’t go”, and after leaving me on hold for five minutes, she picks up and says “I’m sorry, my mistake, the car’s not here yet. You’ll have to give me a call by next monday.

MONDAY?! FUCK YOUR PUTA-BITCH ASS YOU CONNIVING LYING WHORE! That’s FIVE MORE DAYS OF PAYING FOR A HOTEL ROOM AND EATING OUT! Do you have any idea of the ridiculous amount of money your fucking delay will make us spend?!

I tried to convey that issue, of course with a bit more tact, but all she said was that at best we could hope to get our car by Saturday, but she wouldn’t guarantee anything. She insisted we called her on Monday, but fuck her. We are gonna call her every day, twice a day. Just to make sure. As a matter of fact, as soon as I make this post, I’m gonna fucking call again.

It’s funny how every aspect of our trip that has to do with puertorricans giving us service has turned out to be a gigantic fucking shameful failure, yet everything else turns out peaches and cream. It may sound derisive and hypocrytical, but it’s the absolute goddamn truth. There’s nothing we can do about that fact.

We were supposed to be in Plano on Friday to sign the lease contract on our future living quarters, but thanks to these assholes those plans are ruined. I’ll have to call the admin office and reschedule the moving date, again. Hopefully they’ll be lenient and allow us at least an extra week to show up and move in.

As for the Guildhall, I’m supposed to wait for their call to schedule a counseling meeting, but thanks to these fucking good for nothing unpredictable freighter bitches, the longer the school takes to call me the better.

Well, as I said, I’m gonna call again. Let’s see what brilliant excuse they have in store for me today. If our car is there, I swear I’m gonna scream so hard the cops are gonna show up.

Fuckin’ punks.





13 comments to “At a standstill”

Small update: I just called and they told me that the wagon “just” arrived (they told us it had arrived last Saturday). They’re still saying that we’ll get it on Monday. Looks like I’ll have to reschedule that lease meeting after all.

God-fucking-damnit.

I have the most miserable migraine right now.


la rosa del monte,,,,latino power my dear..I had to deal with just one time, and believe me..I hate them after that.


jajaj es que como orlando esta lleno de boricuas la maldicion o mejor dicho la peste a mierda boricua todavia la traen enrreda, ya cuando esten dirigiendose mas al oeste la cosa va mejorando jojojo


Mano, que mal en verdad …
Pero, digamos que–al menos–no enviaste por ahí la ropa como la historía que les conté.


Yo me sospeché que iba a pasar algo así, por eso no los usamos para mandar las cajas y dividimos la ropa en cajas y maletas. Al fin y al cabo UPS bregó mucho mejor y ya las cajas llegaron a su destino hace raaaaato.


Nag, nag, bitch-bitch, nag….

I miss u guys.


Hey, you’d do the same or worse if it happened to you.

By the way, today’s excuse was “it will PROBABLY be ready by Tuesday or wednesday”. The key word here being “probably”.
God I want to nuke their office (when we recover our car, of course).


No si si fue aqui o en el blog de tu marido donde comento que las companias de mudanza no eran de fiar. BTW, preparate para que te saquen un papel donde te van a querer cobrar “storage fees” por haber mantenido tu pertenencias como rehenes.


Eso sería el FUCKING COLMO puñeta. Si salen con esa mierda les hacemos un show, puertorrican caserío style con todo y amenaza de llamar a DACO. LOL.

Ahora me da curiosidad, cual es el equivalente de DACO en Orlando?


Creo que es el Better Businness Bureau. Ve armandote con info desde ya.


PD. Click en el link
http://www.bbbsoutheastflorida.org/BBBWeb/Forms/Business/CompanyReportPage_Expository.aspx?CompanyID=54000380

Te ofrece un boton para te querelles en contra de la compania. Llenalo, saca copia y vas directo donde esa gente. Montales un show y demanda…no, EXIGE, que les paguen los gastos extras de alojamiento y comida.


YOU ROCK.

Vamo’ a ver si no tengo que sacar esas municiones mañana.


Ay si hazlo!, ya tu sae papi … caserío style!




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