|Forum topic by UncannyValleyWoods||posted 05-12-2016 12:43 AM||618 views||0 times favorited||5 replies|
05-12-2016 12:43 AM
So, my wife got orders again and off we go, second time in a year.
I didn’t bother setting up my properly this move, since I knew it was going to be a short timer, so the garage has been fairly littered with machinery and stacks of lumber.
Knowing that the movers would not respect the wood, I did them a favor by building a 5/3, rolling crate that contains all of my short stock, scraps, clamps and few power tools. It’s built sturdy and I did not skimp on the heavy duty, locking casters.
So today, the moving survey guy shows up and is pretty baffled by my array, as I figured he would be. He told me straight up that the moving company was not going to move lumber, since they considered it the same as fire wood. I stared at a 10 foot hunk of eight quarter figured walnut and winced.
The guy liked my crate and said he would “see what he could swing” but didn’t have much hope for it, (despite the fact that it is built better than any damned crate they will eventually use to stack all our china and sundries within…
I was really cool with the guy but I argued, “I’ve never had issues moving my shop in the past, in fact, I’ve had moving companies help me pack it all up piece by piece and I figured I was doing them a favor this time by going to these lengths..” They guy just shrugged his shoulders and said no promises.
I asked when they would let me know, since I’d have to sell all this stock before we left in 9 days because I wasn’t going to just throw it out in the street with the lawn trash…
I’m bitter about it since wood working is my only viable lively-hood/sanity maker at the moment. I’m a stay at home dad with a professional wife who is constantly living in strange towns. I NEED MY SHOP. I NEED MY WOOD. It’s like asking me to abandon my baby.
I would love to hear some horror stories of shop moves. It may help me cool off a little.
/first world problem rant…