Moving is awful. AW-FUL. There are things that are slightly more pleasant than moving, like root canal (good drugs, sympathy factor) and jury duty (at least you're indoors and they buy lunch). There are few things that are worse.
I had a giant china cabinet/buffet shipped from the Bay Area. It weighs 362 pounds and is more than seven feet wide. It is solid wood. It is cumbersome and heavy and slightly fragile. This piece of furniture will be around for another century after the rest of us are gone.
When it arrived, three days early, at the freight company, I had zero time to arrange for someone to move it. It takes at least three strong, able-bodied victims - uh, people to move this thing. I can't ask anyone I know and want to speak to again to help out. I have to hire people.
Cary was the ONLY mover I called who was ready to go in less than 24 hours. Everyone else wanted me to wait a week for a "tentative" appointment, while I paid storage fees at the freight company. He quoted me a fair price - I pay what people are worth, and it was still less than what it cost me to move this piece the first time, and tiny SF apartments with long, narrow stairways were involved in the 1990s. Cary even laughed at my jokes.
He and his guys were on-time, careful, and considerate. They moved the giant cabinet into a narrow hall and doorway and even told me what a gorgeous piece it is.
I probably should have bought a round, but it was 10:30am and they probably still had to work. read more
