Too Blessed To Be Stressed

After 3 long hours and driving and sweating, my used furniture is safely strewn in my apartment. (phew!)
I didn't get the 3 Jennifer Convertible leather chairs which were being sold for $60 total. :(
Turns out that even though you live on a tiny, quite, street in a two story building, if the buyer doesn't have your name, phone number, or address, then she can't alert you that she is outside with a moving van and your money. Oh, well.

As I hopped back into the van and got the next address ready (someone who had given me his phone number, first name, and correct address)  I said "Shoot, let's go. He just saved me $60." And we were off to collect the bed, table, chairs, desk; basically all this 20something's furniture: except for his red Ikea table and his music equipment, I bought it all and had the muscle to move it. Very reasonable price: $140.

Come back to my apartment building for the real work: bringing my "new furniture" up and taking the old to the curbside trash. All accomplished without me lifting anything. Yes I still sweated profusely, but mainly told my movers where to put things and counted and recounted the money I needed to pay them. Everything going so well, I even calculated an 18% gratuity to add to the fee.

What happened next? The ole switcheroo. Now the fee is magically $63 dollars more than what we agreed upon just 2 hours ago. This coming from a disembodied voice on a cell phone: "the boss".

Did I argue? Yes.  Did I just say screw you and lock the door? No. I just decided that this was an expensive lesson. I gave them the difference plus a $20 for each man. Why? Because I couldn't have done it by myself. I also didn't have the self confidence to ask my friends or neighbors for help.

In the end, as I was taking a little walk in the cool night air, I decided to let it go. I have to leave Craigslist and these bastards to God. I am grateful for the help and will never higher these guys again. All in all, I'm too Blessed to Be Stressed.