With a PCS to Mainland Japan looming next year I am reminded once again of the hell that was moving to Okinawa. I can deal with the fact that I had to rent out my house, sell my cars, get my dogs vaccinated and ready to fly overseas, even that I was leaving pregnant and going to give birth in a place I totally never in my life thought I would step foot in. But what I CAN’T deal with are these guys that the military contracts to move your stuff. Like we don’t have enough to deal with, so on top of everything else let’s stick military families with a bunch of clumsy, nasty idiots to handle all of your stuff.
I know what your thinking, clumsy? Yep, they broke stuff. But nasty… before you judge, I did everything right on my end. Everything was organized in “storage” and “ship” piles, I bought water and pizza for them. Even cold popsicles!
After a long day of moving, the movers left and my husband took off with one of the cars and I was going to follow him. But before I followed, I decided to go upstairs to just take one last look at the house. It was a sad day. It was after all our first home, the home where my husband came home to after a long and hard tour in Afghanistan, the home where we brought our puppies home, were I thought we would bring our first child. I went upstairs to take it all in. Room after room. Then reality set in…
Those idiots left a huge turd in our toilet and it won’t flush!!! @#$%^&!!!!!
Spent the next 10 minutes trying to break up that monster without puking. By the way, awesome while pregnant when your sense of smell is heightened to the level of dog.