I hate movers. I don't mind moving so much -- moving can be fun -- but I hate moving day. I hate the idea of movers, people who come into my house and dig around in my drawers and cupboards. As I waited for Transportation to come over today to do their pre-moving checklist, I felt the tightening in my throat and the waves of nausea. I hate this part of PCSing, and I especially hate that this is my second PCS this year.
The movers come Monday. I will be a nervous wreck all weekend.