By the time the truck pulled away I was so tired I was numb. There wasn't a thought in my head.
The movers were here 12 hours and we were packing, and directing, the whole time. (My SO likes to wait until the last minute for everything.) All total, the weight was about 12.6K and I'll bet the workshop was at least a third of that. They struggled with the bandsaw. I removed the table but the rest is a single piece. But the piece they almost killed themselves with was the tool chest. It's three separate pieces. When they got here I still had tools in the drawers. I told them I'd remove the tools and break down the chest tower and reassemble it and put the tools back in once they got it outside. They said leave it.
Three guys up 17 stairs. A couple of times I thought they were going to lose it. I couldn't understand why they would even attempt taking the chest tower, and with the tools in it (less about 2/3 I had already removed), up the stairs but I think they regretted not taking me up on my offer to break it down after they hit the first step.
When they first arrived, the driver said they were not supposed to take the piano. My SO lost it because the piano drove every decision we made in who we chose for movers. The sales woman wrote up three items that were bulk items - "piano, grandfather clock, treadmill stays". It was supposed to mean the first two were included but the last one stays. We don't even have a grandfather clock. But the driver saw it and didn't bring a piano board. We got it straightened out early but the piano board didn't arrive until after 6PM. So one of the last items they moved was a baby grand. After the workshop they were beat but after 10 hours of lifting they were exhausted. And they still hadn't touched the piano.
Everything goes into storage until we find a new place and then the games continue. Once that's done, I'll never move again. Maybe they will lose our stuff along the way. Then I'll buy a boat and forget this nonsense.
