It’s about time
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.
Testing
I’m bored out of my skull. I’m going to send this off and see how it comes out.
Too tired to rage
I’ve been pissed lately. The past two years or more generally, but specifically the past two weeks it’s been stewing in my head. Started by getting screwed with by a unit administrator and a commander telling me two different things within a days of each other constantly. The fact that even though I have never served in a useful capacity in this unit, I wasn’t to be released. The whole, I Give My word to release you 1Oct03, or sorry we can’t release you, yes we are, no we’re not, next month you will be, never mind, the 1st of December, oops, sorry can’t do that, 1st of January, sorry can’t do that again shit. I could have been two ranks higher, doing something useful right now. Then the stoploss that shouldn’t have happened, because I didn’t hold a valid position until over a week after the unit had been alerted, and how the stoploss date didn’t show up as it should have been but as a 2 year re-enlistment for a couple months after the date. Then to get here, and to just be fucked with and fucked with and be surrounded by fucking morons lead by idiots, then to be fucked with some more.
I’m now in a position that I’m supposed to give a fuck. The problem is, I can’t. I just don’t have the energy to anymore. I don’t have the energy to even pretend to anymore. After two years of being screwed around, being insulted like being told that I always thought you were just a hick, or listen to your super, he knows how to be real NCO…being insulted by not being listened to about the job we did even though I WAS THE ONLY GODDAMNED PERSON IN MY SHOP WHO HAS A DAMN FUCKING BIT OF EXPERIENCE, because I was only an E5 and couldn’t possibly know as much as I do….After being the rat in the cage, getting poked at by fifth graders, for two years, fuck, I’m just tired.
The greatest part is that after being a burden on taxpayers and supporting a group of people who could be replaced by a cron schedule, I have to rebuild my life. Unless I get lucky (ya, what the fuck ever) I’ll be moving to New Jersey. I’ll be half a country away from any of my friends and family. That’s my payment, my last, How may we screw you today, sir. Would you like an Ice tea with that?
Am I pissed. Yep. I also know that it doesn’t matter. This written history is the only record that any of this ever happened, and it could be easily wiped out by someone spilling coffee on the server it resides on. It makes it all trivial. I also know that being pissed off isn’t going to solve a damn thing. The only thing I can do is drop this carreer and focus on how to get where in life I need to be.
Bohica.
