We’ve Lived In Kitchener For A year. Oh, And Metropolitan Movers Is Still Amazingly Terrible

Today marks a year since Carin and I moved to Kitchener from guelph. I’m not sure where all that time went, but here we are.

We’re doing well and really starting to like it here. We’re constantly learning more and more useful things about how to get around these 3 cities that somebody decided should be mashed into a single, gigantic metropolis yet retain somewhat distinct identities for some reason. We’ve even nailed down a few things that people said we wouldn’t be able to get to because of the big highway that gets in the way. You sometimes have to walk a bit out of the way to do it, but it’s not always as impossible as it seems.

I do have a question if anyone from the city/region happens to be reading this, however. Who in god’s name laid out the streets in this place, and why did you let them do it in the middle of the Oktoberfest bender to end all Oktoberfest benders? When somebody says I need to go to King and Weber, for example, my next question should not have to be which one? And don’t get me started on trying to walk around a block. It’s a little bit easier when you go into it knowing that they’re just called blocks because that’s a standard name and not actually a description, but still. Streets that run parallel until they don’t and then meet up in at least 3 arbitrary locations and places where you can be walking down a street until it suddenly splits off and starts going another direction while you’re still walking a straight line don’t make things easy sometimes, but we’re getting it done and finding a lot that’s good about living here.

Today unfortunately also marks a year since the showers of incompetence that are Metropolitan Movers and Shuttle Moving North York broke and roughed up our things en route to spending the next month or so well, showering us with incompetence.

A year on, that post still does a load of hits and appears to have saved quite a few people from going through things similar to what we did. It has also yet to generate one comment, email or tweet sympathetic to either company, which is something else. Maybe they’re past the point of even caring about PR, but I expected at least a lame attempt to protect whatever they think is left of their good name. Perhaps whoever is supposed to be taking care of that got too tied up with writing fake reviews to worry about it.

As for real reviews, I’ve heard 2 stories just this week alone that make ours seem a bit like a walk in the park on the way to a free trip to Disney World by comparison.

One came from Twitter, and told the tale of how the person’s brother booked them for a move, but Metropolitan Movers did such a lazy job of confirmation that in the end they didn’t even show up. Apparently they made one phone call, got an answering machine and just assumed the booking was off rather than even trying the alternate phone number they were given.

That one you can at least maybe spin into a positive since if they don’t show up they can’t wreck your shit, but there’s no way to view this comment and link we got a few days ago from Kelly J. Compeau as anything other than whatever a stronger word than negative is.

Metropolitan Movers were an absolute nightmare for me to deal with, and I’m so very sorry that all my efforts to try and put them out of business haven’t done anything. They’re still upsetting and abusing customers all over Canada. Here’s my horror story: http://showbizprgirl.blogspot.ca/2011/09/moving-experience.html

The term horror story is no exaggeration. The over all stupidity and blame game between Metro and the subcontractor is all too familiar to us, but this story has an ending much worse than ours.

Hopefully some good keeps coming out of all of our bad experiences. Every person we can stop from hiring any of these clowns is another person’s business they won’t be getting. It may take a while, but word of mouth can be a powerful thing.

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