Second time is the charm – at least when it comes to deliveries…
After Amit told me the moving company called him to say our stuf is being delivered the next day (Thursday), I was so happy to finally be getting our stuff that was shipped more than two months ago.
That is, I was happy until the guys from the moving company brought the first few boxes up to the apartment. They were not ours.
When I pointed that out, they started convincing me that they are ours even though I’ve never even heard of the name on any of the boxes and the boxes obviously contained furniture which I know we didn’t ship because I was there when our stuff was packed.
After a brief phone call with someone back at the office and them begrudginly admitting that there was a mistake somewhere, they wanted to just leave. I told them they have to take the boxes back. One of the men looked at me as if I was suggesting he go kill himself and asked “Aaaaaa, you want us to take it back? Why?”. After repeating 4 times, each time raising my voice a bit more, that a woman named Michal is expecting her shipment somewhere and that I don’t want her things, they took them away mumbling (I’m guessing cursing).
I stayed in the apartment feeling like I’ve just been in a Monty Python skit or at least one of those hidden camera shows.
By that time I was already freaking out about the actual location of our shipment, but Amit checked with the moving company and they assured him our stuff was still at the customs, waiting for delivery and that this would be arranged the following week (Tuesday).
By Tuesday morning I was so nervous I could hardly sit still. The guys from the moving company didn’t arrive within the scheduled window and I was already feeling the panic bubbling up again, but they arrived 40 minutes later and this time with our boxes, all of them! 
Yeeey!
I still haven’t fully unpacked, but most of the things are already in their designated places and I finally have more clothes to choose from than what fit into my suitcase – life is good
