If you have been following my couch saga, you know the following things:

1.  I just moved, and need a couch for my apartment.

2.  I ordered a couch at the beginning of September, from The Bay, and waited a month for it to be delivered.

3.  The couch arrived, but the delivery men could not get it through my door (I don’t think they even tried though, I’m sure they could have gotten it in).  So I was left with no couch.

4.  I ordered a new couch set from Sears, a less expensive futon-ish “room-in-a-box” to be delivered yesterday.

Now for the update… the delivery time window slowly got smaller, and I started to sweat.  I called Sears and asked if my set was on it’s way… they said “you won’t be getting your couches today” and I wept on the inside, and was pissed.  Apparently, my couch set wasn’t at the loading dock when the delivery truck was there loading up to leave.  No phonecall, no email, no notification of this whatsoever.  If I didn’t call, the couch would have been a no show and I would have had no clue why. 

So I had to reschedule the delivery for the soonest date possible… October 23… which will be about the two month mark for sitting on the fucking floor, with no couch, just a wooden chair and a rug.

I am demanding they waive the delivery fee… but must wait until I receive the couch before they can do anything.  ‘Despair’ is the only thing I feel right now.  Bad enough I have to deal with the wonderful Canadian Immigration services, but I still do not have a couch to rest on as I sit on hold with the Immigration hotline daily.  Beginning to question my faith… and my ass and back are killing me.