Mine is more of a 'If I have a choice I'll never use them again" kind of thing. My company moved me halfway across the country, from Arkansas to Georgia, last month.
They were supposed to be there Monday morning - they didn't arrive until Tuesday late afternoon. They seemed to be great at first - polite, friendly, worked hard, asked questions, etc. I will admit, our old house was a zoo - a few steps up from hoarders - but I'd spent months going through and discarding everything I could, and while it wasn't clean and wonderful like I'd have liked, it was at least MUCH BETTER than it had been before my work. The last day of packing, however, when they said they would be out of the house and on to the storage unit by noon, was insane. We had scheduled HVAC work to be done that day (my DD is staying in the house) and were expecting them after noon. They got there, and the movers, who had known the HVAC guys would be there, had left to the last the very back bedroom. The one you had to pass the HVAC closet to get to. The one that had all the huge heavy furniture in it. Yeah, that one. As you can imagine, it was insane.
They finally finish the house about 4pm. I'd told them that DP had her last appointment with her oncologist that day, at 4, so I'd have to leave to take her at 3:30. I arranged for the storage people to open the gate for them, and I unlocked my unit and took off for the doctor. When we got back to the unit, they were still working (almost 7pm). I'd told them it would be six or seven dish barrels worth of fragile, and a huge number of framed art piece to pack. They thought I was exaggerating. I wasn't. They finally finished at 8:30, and said they would meet us in Georgia about 12 hours later. This is a 10-11 hour drive, at minimum, so we were frantic - we still wanted to have dinner with DD before we left, and I still had some things at the house to load into our van! We rush through things, and get to Georgia about 7:55 - I think we broke a few land speed records in the mountains.
The movers arrive after 1pm.
The driver immediately starts making noises about having to be somewhere else the next day, and that he would be napping while the guys unloaded. I was unhappy about this, but figured they would work like they were supposed to. It was like I was playing the bingo game from Hades as we unloaded - I was checking off numbers, directing traffic, keeping DP and the dog happy, and trying to unpack the kitchen so I could function. The end result is that we worked until 10:25 at night, no lunch, no dinner, no breaks longer than 5 minutes. The driver came in about 9:30, very cranky, and not in uniform - turns out he'd parked under the bedroom window of my new neighbor's 7 year old, and left the truck running while he napped, and they had come and knocked on the window to ask him to move or turn it off, as their daughter was trying to sleep. He was all but screaming at the guys to get the stuff off the truck. They finally finish, and the guys go outside to close up the truck (and I thought to load the trash like they were supposed to). The driver hangs around for a few minutes, waiting for a tip, until I tell him I'm about to pass out and he needs to leave, now (and I was!).
You guessed it, they left the trash.
They were supposed to be there for two days unloading. They were supposed to unpack and cart away the trash. They did none of it. It took a frantic call to the local branch from our 'moving concierge' to get a local crew (1 guy and a truck) to come out and help me unload the boxes so that I could reach them (they were stacked to the ceiling in places, and still are in 1 room) and to unpack part of the kitchen. He also took the trash.
They did a half job on the whole thing - I'm unpacking a few boxes every night, and the damage bill is in the thousands already. Poor packing, insane things (wardrobe boxes full of junk, and so full of packing paper I'm throwing away almost full boxes of it for every two boxes I open, and hanging clothes not in wardrobe boxes but folded still on the hangers into regular boxes).
I don't know if corporate moves are always like this or not. I certainly hope not. The company I work for is known for moving folks around, once they reach middle management, about every three years. Argh!