The Awkward Interaction.

Yesterday I had an awkward interaction and what kind of blogger would I be, if I did not share that with you? That answer “an inconsiderate blogger”.
For the office, I ordered a storage cabinet from IKEA. The IKEA customer service called me on Wednesday and asked if it was alright for the delivery window to be 5pm - 9pm? Hell no. I am not staying at the office until 9pm waiting on furniture. Luckily the lady was just being tricky, she also had a 12pm - 4pm window available. Which I snagged, that’s right I snagged the whole 4 hours.

Well of course at 1500 hours (3pm) IKEA called me to let me know they’d be there within an hour. Good thing, I was getting nervous that they weren’t going to make the 4 hour time frame. Which would be like me saying, “Hey, lets go to dinner and let’s get to the restaurant at 4-8.” Then I show up at 8:30pm, what a drag.
At 3:50, I get a call asking for me to come downstairs and guide them to our office. I take charge and stomp down the stairs ready to show these men, where to go! I was all pumped, then I awkwardly watched them unload their tuck onto a cart. I did at one point mumble, “do you guys need any help?” They looked at my small frame and chuckled, “we’re good.” Fine. I’ll just watch you and shiver because I forgot my jacket, but I’m still tough!

The cart is loaded and we’re ready. I take the lead, “Right this way fellows, there is an elevator on the left.” Since the cart couldn’t fit we (I mean they) had to unload it all into the elevator. It was pretty tight, so I offered to take the stairs and meet them at the top, since we’re only going to floor 2. Luckily they were such gentleman and decided to make room and squeeze me in. Once we were all loaded and the button “2” was lit up. The elevator decided to move at the speed of molasses. We didn’t have any room to move so I was about 3 inches from the door, staring at the beautiful metal.
One of the delivery guys looks at me and says, “You’re having a bad day aren’t you?”
Since I literally could not even move my head to look at him. I said to the metal wall, “not a bad day… just a long day”
About a year later the elevator door opened and our storage cabinet was unloaded, and I said bye to my new therapist.
Have you had any awkward interactions lately?