I’ve got the folders organized, the weight estimates done, and I’ve cleared out the housing office, but I’m still losing sleep. I’ve heard too many stories about TSPs (Transportation Service Providers) treating household goods like they’re tossing luggage at the airport.
I’m talking about the stuff that keeps you up at night: The "lost" crate that somehow ended up in a different hemisphere, the grand piano that arrived as a pile of firewood, or the movers who decided your professional gear made for great "souvenirs."
Give me your best (or worst) PCS horror stories so I can mentally prepare for the chaos. What’s the one thing you’ll never let the movers touch again?