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Hubby and I found several moving companies online and ended up choosing a company that seemed to give us a good deal. We chose to use professional movers to alleviate stress. Instead, our movers caused us tons of anxiety and grief. They seemed like nice guys, but they weren't dependable, didn't take good care of our belongings, and didn't communicate with us at all.
The trouble all began during the pick up stage. They were scheduled to come between 3 and 5pm. They actually arrived at 8pm and didn't leave until 1am.
We lived in a two bedroom apartment and had all of our stuff packed. Why did it take them five hours? Well, first of all, they didn't actually start loading our stuff until 9pm because they had to readjust other peoples' items. Baby Chuck and I watched them work and we were shocked. They tossed boxes out of the truck and onto the ground. They stood on furniture. They also crammed large boxes into too-small openings.
Then, they didn't bring the right tools for the job. They couldn't take apart the bed and crib, so they asked hubby to go out and purchase the right tool. Poor hubby had to drive out to Meijer at 10:30 pm to find what they were looking for.
Sadly, they also didn't have have enough room in the truck for our stuff. Instead of calling another truck to come, the movers just tied the remaining items onto the back of the truck with rope.
While watching my bike and our mattress precariously dangling off the side of the truck at 1am, hubby and I said several silent prayers that our belonging would make it safely to our new apartment.