Well goddamn, fucking 7e!? I’m going to do my best to never take so long to give a page. Talk about slow motion. For those that haven’t realized, I am already laying these panels out on an actual page and just cutting them out in web sized increments as they read better in browsers and such. So while it seems we are a million posts in, we are actually on, well… page 7 lol. One day, you’ll be holding the book and it will all make sense. But for now, thanks for following along with a love story considering shit hasn’t hit the fan yet (oops… I’ve said too much already). But it’s looking like peaches and dandelions now you say? Well I guess you’re just going to have to catch it Tuesday to see if it works out for young Mr. Cruz.
So I was telling this story about Uhaul…
Uhaul from Hell part deux
When we last left off, I was stuck with a fourth floor storage unit in a building with a temperamental elevator PLUS, I was being treated like a fool by the girl at the front desk. Things were all bad but I go ahead and decide to make the best of my new circumstances. Sure I’m not happy about any of this, but all I’m thinking about is this glorious sleep that I’ll be able to receive if I can just rush through getting this stuff stored away. I grab a moving cart (free if you have a storage unit…hey, I count the small victories too) and proceed toward my truck.
Sidenote: Remember how we were waiting on the guy to make sure I was checked in? He finally came. The girl asked him was I checked in and he said “yeah”. No update on the computer or nothing. Just a simple “yeah”. She said it didn’t exist if it wasn’t on the computer and she didn’t see it. But we waited all of that time for a “yeah” when I had already told her it was checked in smh… I digress.
So before I even open my truck, a junkie asks if I want some help moving my stuff up. For a second I almost say yeah, but then I realize that I don’t have any cash to give to the guy since I paid with my debit card. Plus, I was in a piss poor mood. He would have been my punching bag, especially if he wasn’t careful with my shit. And how the hell did this junkie make it up to the loading dock I thought? They didn’t even want to pretend my stuff was safe?
So I load up for the first trip. I have a computer, a monitor, a huge ass whiteboard, some big paintings, a box of comics and a studio lamp. It’s going to take two trips to get my other items. Shit. I push toward the elevator. On the way I can’t help but see the people with first floor units, easily getting into their things. I knew that if I had a floor one unit myself, I’d be out of there on time for sure. It was clear at this point that my sleep time was being cut in to, but I wanted to make the best of it.
So I get in the elevator, which is a cargo style elevator. The one like you saw in the Last Dragon when Shonuff showed up in the final scene to beat Leroy ass before he got the glow. I roll in and two guys are in there waiting. Naturally I ask the older guy by the buttons to put me on floor four. Bruh didn’t move a muscle. I’m thinking he is on floor four himself and pissed like me. We were brothers in my eye. No worries old dude, I understand. Well he didn’t feel that same way because both of these fuckers got off on floor 2.
I close both of the doors (yeah you have to do them by hand) and proceed to press the fourth floor button. That’s when I notice there is no button. Each floor has a lock by it. I’m wondering do I need a key to work it because I didn’t have one. To the left I see a keypad asking for a code. I’m thinking maybe I enter the code for my unit number? Spoiler alert, that didn’t work. At that moment I remember they gave me a card and there was a swipe mechanism there. Eureka, I got this. I pull it out confident like an 18 year old at prom not knowing how shit would turn out but hope was on my side. I swipe, and the machine beeps. A message displays. I read. Access Denied. I swipe a few more times. The narrative doesn’t change. I saw that if you needed help you can press the call button. My finger goes in to accept that help, which definitely needed… only to find that the call button has been ripped off. There is nothing to press. I realize the sad truth.
I’m stuck on this damn elevator.
I am about to dial the management, knowing I lost another 7 minutes of sleep time, when all of a sudden the elevator starts to move. I’m magically on the 4th floor. Swaggy, my Jedi powers are finally working. The door opens and a janitor gets on. I’m a bout to leave and then I remember that I wouldn’t be able to get down. I ask him if I was using my card wrong. He tries for me (shouts out to that dude btw) and says it doesn’t seem like it was programmed right. So he uses his and we are on our way to the ground floor. On the way we pick up a few people on the 2nd and one of them is a guy who can fix the card. The janitor tells him and once we touchdown he grabs the card and is off to fix it. I look at my phone… I’m supposed to be sleep by now.
After about 5 minutes I’m given a new card, and boom it works! So I’m heading back up. I get off and I’m the only person up there it seems. I push my cart in search of my unit. The way that the floor is structured is that you walk along, in a big ass square until you find your room, well… I walk all the way around that bitch back to the elevator! I didn’t see my room!!! What in the entire fuck?
So I find a map. And learn there are two floors on the 4th. Two. So I go back and I see the stairs. So not only am I on the most inconvenient floor. But I’m on the most inconvenient part of the inconvenient floor. As stated earlier I have huge things to carry, and now I had to do that up a flight of stairs. One by one. Also at this point I could hear other people in there meaning I had to leave my items periodically as I scale these stairs. Items that are around junkies that get hired for help when people are in a bind. I knew I was being punked. It was the only logical explanation.
As I grabbed the heaviest thing, which was the whiteboard, I relished in the fact that this nightmare was almost over and that it couldn’t get any worse so it’s cool. I make it up and walk to my room in the back. I put the whiteboard down and stare in sheer and utter amazement.
The unit had a lock on it. I couldn’t get in.
You ever just been so shocked and dumbfounded that you didn’t even have emotions? That’s what I was feeling at the moment. So now I had to bring my board back down the stairs. I couldn’t leave my cart with all my stuff, it would get stolen. Just is what it is. Meaning I had to go all the way back down to tell these guys there was a lock on my unit or just call and go ham. I decided to call, but hold the ham. An automated system comes on. I called the local number and an automated system comes on…
After a few menus, a lady answers the phone. I ask if this is the Peter’s street Uhaul, which she affirms to me that it is. Her upbeat attitude lets me know that something is up. She sounds nothing like the people downstairs. I tell her that my new unit has a lock on it and I need someone to open it. She obliges and says hold on a moment. I then hear her feverishly type… for about 5 minutes. I interrupt her.
“Can I ask a question? Do you work remotely?”
“Yes I do. I’m trying to get in contact with the staff there but no one is answering me”
I then finally let her have it. No worries, not in a “curse her out type way”, but just letting her know how horrible the service and staff have been at this particular Uhaul. I tell her everything that I just told you guys, and I think her exact words were “I’m flabbergasted!” She urged me to find the manager and see how he can remedy it all. I take a deep breath and I’m heading back to the lobby. My sleep time is all but gone in my head. I haven’t even unloaded the first round.
I finally make it to the manager (who happened to be the guy that fixed my card) and see he is the only one at the desk. I’m guessing the girls form before were on lunch or randomly quit. Who knows. There were like seven people in line, he was clearly overwhelmed. I didn’t care though. I was tired and this whole experience had been bullshit. My fuse was finally almost there. I go straight to the front and tell him we need to talk. He asks if everything is good? I say no. He says’s give him a second. He then proceeded to help all seven customers adding 15-20 more minutes onto my no sleep time. At this point it wasn’t even about sleep, I was going to be fucking late for my appointment.
We finally talk and I tell him about everything. Upon finishing he says “Man, I am so sorry. So what do you want me to do about it?”
What the fuck? You’re the manager! Why am I telling you how to fix this? So I tell him I want convenience. I want to be on the first floor. He looks for a second with the knowledge of knowing there aren’t any first floor units.
How come he magically found one, in the exact same size I wanted……….
Completely out of energy I tell him I’ll take it. He then says, that this unit is more than my 4th floor one, and I tell him I’m not paying more for it (like I said I don’t blow up at people. This is the equivalent of me throwing a tantrum). I showed him my reservation and said I’m not paying more than what I agreed upon for a first floor unit the same damn size. He finally agrees and I’m on my way.
At that point things were easy peasy, but I won’t lie, I feel shafted. Like all I did was negotiate to get what was originally promised to me in the first place. That just doesn’t seem good enough, so I will be contacting them in exchange for a better rate or some incentive. I was late to work, and spending two plus hours at Uhaul was not in my plans that day.
I wish there was a moral to this story. Lemme try to figure out one. Hmmm. Ah!!
If you read about a place and it has horrible reviews across the board, don’t fucking go. And if you do, at least call ahead to make sure the things you were promised will materialize. Stay on their head.
Hope you guys found enjoyment in my painful experience. Now to get back to drawing! See you guys next week!
PS: Thinking about taking some digital art classes so they may alter the schedule of the comic. I’ll let you guys know in advance if I do and regardless, Loveless Tales of Cupid will keep coming at you guys weekly so no worries (funny calling it that with the lack of said cherub haha).