Lady: Can I help you?
Me: Yes, I recently set up an account but when we were at the building on Wednesday the water was not on.
Lady: What is the address?
Me: 647 Broadway.
Lady: What is the name on the account?
Me: 647 Broadway.
Lady: No, what is the name?
Me: That is the name. It was set up in a business name.
Lady: (deep sigh) Okay. It says on December 8 the water was turned on and off. The work order was signed by John Doe.
Me: I'm not sure what that means.
Lady: John Doe signed that it was completed.
Me: Signed that what was completed exactly?
Lady: He didn't tell you?
Me: No, I wasn't there.
Lady: Then who is John Doe?
Me: Umm...doesn't he work for you?
Lady: No, that's the person that signed for you.
Me: Oh, that must be one of the roofers. They were the ones that were there on Monday.
Me: So...what does it mean that they turned it on and off? Because it was already on over the weekend.
Lady: But this was on Monday.
Me: (are you surprised I'm not yelling yet, because I sure as hell am.) Yes, I understand. So can you tell me why the water is currently off?
Lady: Well, John Doe signed the work order.
Me: But I don't know John Doe. He was on the roofing crew and they are not there now.
Lady: Please hold.
Lady: The water was turned on at the street and off at the meter. You can turn it on at the meter at any time.
JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH! How the hell hard was that to say fifteen minutes ago???
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Scott went back to the building Friday to do some more clean up in the basement, which out of the three floors involved, is by far in the best shape. This should probably be concerning since there is an original coal furnace about the size of a VW Beetle still hanging out down there. You could hide a body in that thing. Or ten. Pictures to come at a later date.
He got home around midnight while I was still binge watching this season of Haven and wrapping Christmas presents.
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On Saturday we had the two SUVs filled up by noon to begin the process of relocating our inventory. One bike and steamer trunk at a time. It also began the process of meeting our neighbors. Guess what? Everyone has an idea of what we should be doing with the building that WE bought.
Mostly, they can't understand why we wouldn't turn the second floor into a rental apartment. First, one of my favorite features of the building is that there is a hole in the very center that goes all the way up to an amazing skylight in the roof and there is no way we are going to lose that. Second, we're greedy. WE want that space.
Also, there is definitely a misconception on what we do.
So you're an antique store? NO! When I think of an antique store I think of piles of furniture and Tiffany lamps that may or may not have any historical significance crammed into a dark and shabby building monitored by Miss Havisham. Often with inflated price tags.
So you're a thrift shop? NO! We don't just take in everyone's unwanted curbside trash. We almost always buy things that we would want in our own house if space was not an issue. And while, we certainly try to keep our prices reasonable, we are not a garage sale.
So despite helpful suggestions to open a dance studio (ballet or stripper), rest assured we have a clear vision. It may be hidden behind crumbling plaster and several layers of dust, but we've got it under control. Buy your own building.
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On Sunday we took another load. At this point, Scott had the basement ready for his workshop. So it's time to move back down the washer and dryer that had mistakenly been brought up by the previous owner's movers and left in the middle of the first floor. If you were ever a reader of my personal blog, you may remember how much I love moving appliances up and down staircases. My affection has not wavered.
We also had a Nicole Curtis moment where we couldn't take it any longer. We had to see what was behind some newly boarded up areas near the entrance. We were not disappointed.