I’m glad the move is over
No one likes moving! I have moved five other newspapers to different buildings in four different states. This move from Main Street to the old Shopko building nearly killed me.
Every piece of equipment: desks, computer, printers, shelving, copiers and every gadget needed to publish a newspaper had to be moved.
On the recommendation of the DCI’s sales person, Paula Oates, I hired two guys, one who owned a 16-ft. truck with a lift gate. I met them last Thursday as they popped into the old office and introduced themselves – Zach Cruse (owner of the truck) and Fabian Campos – introduced themselves and dug into the seemingly endless task of loading at one location and unloading and setting up cubicles and desks at the other.
Being wiser than in past moves, I stood back and watched these two juggernauts haul, pack and set up each item with great care.
I faded in the early evening hours, left them with keys to both locations, and retired for the evening…bone-tired.
Early Friday morning I unlocked (for the first time) the front door to 301 South Mantorville Ave., Suite 200. To my amazement, the two men had moved, set up and stacked each piece they had moved. It was beyond my hope. (Our high school intern, Chloe showed up at 9:45 to help with the placement of items in the right cubicle and desk.)
All day Friday, I was busy organizing the pieces that needed to find a home.
(Karen, Renee and Tricia were working from home to focus on last week’s issue of the DCI and ADvantage…Paula was out ill, so it all worked out.)
A few folks who’d read the notice on the front door of our old office showed up, wanting to place a classified ad, print business cards for a daughter’s start-up business, drop off a check for their dad, and just stop by to see the new digs.
By noon on Monday, we had a handle on our set up. Each of the employees was settling in and found a new rhythm.
Moving is never pleasant. Never. But, having great movers and a great staff makes short work of such endeavors.
Now, I’m sitting at my computer trying to contact a massage therapist to adjust my aching back!
We’ll host an open house when the weather warms up and Clem’s Cups & Cones is able to serve all of our guests.
We find not much in ourselves to admire, we are always privately wanting to be like somebody else. If everybody was satisfied with himself there would be no heroes.