Of Pens and Swords

So, I’ve been home for about a week now, and there are no complaints so far. It’s very comfortable being back with Jessica. Very relaxing.

I spent a few bucks on getting parts for the truck, a couple nights in the hotel, one night for Jess and I. That was nice. Very tiring, but hey :) it’s not all work now, is it? I still haven’t run into my buddy yet, though I’ve been staying on his couch for going on 5 days now…eventually I’m going to run into him hehe. I’ll probably stop by earlier tonight and run into him. I’m here now, and someone was home right before I got here, the dish washer was running and the dryer is going…I’ve been here for about an hour now, and he’s not back…

I have an interview in two days, then on the same day I get to see my little girl :) I could have seen her this weekend I suppose, but Jessica had the kids over, and it would have been a bit of an overload I think. I’ll have her over Thanksgiving, and we’ll be going to my sister’s house as well. That’ll be fun I think. It’ll be a little stressful as well, that’s for sure…but hey, it’ll be worth it.

K, gotta run.

So far, getting home has been damn near picture perfect. The first collective group of events that have fallen together so well.
We first get to the plane, and we’re the only ones on it. So, there is about 1.5 rows per person. It was nice, very nice. We had a 4 hour layover in Shannon Ireland, and well, that two beer limit was blown. So, I slept from right before takeoff, til we got here.

We started the clearing process already. We weren’t really supposed to start for two more days, but another unit canceled, so we jumped in. the ball is rolling quickly, and it’s nice.

We have a unit party tonight, and I’m honestly not in the mood (right now) to be in a bar, smoked filled and with drunk people. I don’t even feel like drinking really…still a little shitty from last night. Damned tired too.

I can’t express how glad I am to be away from the biggest waste of taxpayers money in the world. I’m not just talking about the post either…there are plenty of people there stealing air from the rest of the world.
Since we’re no longer assigned to, or have contact with, the unit that fucked us for the past year, I would like to recommend the 390th PSG as the biggest collection of worthless individuals. There are a couple of you in there that are good people, and I feel bad for you guys. Mrs Queen of Micromanagers, 1sg Ammy James, I’d like to know how the hell you got where you’re at. I’d say you sucked your way to the top, but I’m not sure how that works in the lipstick community. Walsh, starring as the Supervisor, let you never come and apply for even a janitor position at my company. Considering that you got an MSM for not doing anything the last 6 months you were there except gamble and drink, and the 1st 4 months or so all you did was create half the work that my counterpart and myself had to fix due to your complete incompetence. It’s amazing that a soldier with 18 years in the army and not know a damn thing about how things work, how to fill out paperwork, how to be a soldier…anyways. The commander, a Major with 23 years in doing what a Captain with 5 years in usually does…Colonel Boyd, if you ever make your star, I’ll join the OpFor. CSM Kubiet, Ms. Go Girl Power!….the only 2 times I ever talked to you and that phrase comes out of your mouth, I see now why only one section that I’m aware of had male leadership.

Anyways, we’ll be home in a few days. That group of people from the last year I’ll never see again. Some of these people in my unit, I’ll never see again after this week, except for the 90 day reunion we have, turn in the equipment, all that. Then, it’s whereever the winds take us. I’ll be with my baby in a couple days too. She’s the one person that I’ve been able to completely count on the past year. Nobody else has ever filled the role in my life that she has.

Anyways, I’m done for the day. I need a shower very badly. It’s been a few days since my last one.

Peace.