And I say that especially to all the smart-alecs who asked me, “Are you having fun yet?” as I was shlepping another box or desk or file cabinet or bookcase or chair or computer or other item up the stairs. No I was not having fun. Moving isn’t fun. Moving sucks.
Today I spent all the live-long day moving Brian’s office and my office from the Vickery Center (which is at the bottom of the hill, at the end of Vine Hill Road) to the Lower Terrace (which is behind the café, next to the Upper Terrace and the library, on the Bethany University campus). We didn’t choose to move, but since Bethany University is moving all their graduate studies programs into the Vickery Center (which used to be Vine Hill Office Park until Bethany bought it and renamed it) the Teacher Education Program decided they wanted our wing of the building, and for whatever insane reason they decided to move in during the middle of the semester. They’ve got 10 times as much stuff as we do, so it’s gonna suck to be them too. But today, it sucked to be us.
Twenty years ago, the Lower Terrace used to be a dorm. It was one of the buildings that was already there when Glad Tidings Bible Institute moved to Santa Cruz, bought the campus, and changed its name to Bethany Bible College. It looks it, too. The walls are rotting and flaking, and I hope the several layers of paint in the bathrooms aren’t hiding black mold. It stands a good chance of getting condemned one of these years, if the health department ever notices.
But on the upside, my office has a really nice view, and a deck right in front of it.
Lots of people from the church said they would help with the move. They didn’t. It was just Brian and me, pulling muscles and griping all the way. I expect I’ll see all of them tomorrow at the Kids Alive movie night, and they’ll either have convenient excuses or will have forgotten. But you know, it’s better that they didn’t bother to show up at all than do what they usually do:
- Show up.
- Spend 20 minutes determining who will do what.
- Move three boxes, or fuss with curtains so they don’t have to lift anything heavy.
- Put the boxes down.
- Have a 50-minute conversation.
- Move one more box, or stand and watch other people move one more box.
- Go have dinner to celebrate all their hard work.
- Send the bill for dinner to the church.
We’ll see how much of such shenanigans happen tomorrow at the Movie Night.