Ah, the sweet bliss of an authorized day off. Nothing like sleeping in and realizing that none of the problems that will happen at work are actually my responsibility.
I finished up my giftwrapping, now just need to get the tree. Since I dislike fake trees, this involves more work than last year, as the nursery we used closed.
The Holiday Ball was more and less fun than expected. We got seated at a back corner table (you'd think with an O-3 we'd have better luck, but no dice) and the dining room sound system was... inadequate, to say the least. The only thing worse than a boring speech is a speech you can't even hear. We were also seated all the way across the room from our battalion's other tables, for some reason. However, at least we didn't get shushed during the evening. The drinks were also quite reasonably priced. It was worth the price of admission. I also did get comped on Friday, so I managed to get stuff accomplished.
I did have my annual on Friday as well, and got a woman this time. Much nicer. I don't really have an objection to men, but they seem to forget that cold metal + warm moist flesh is *very* unpleasant. Everything is well, however.
Thanks to surreal_phantast, I ordered the box set of Keen Eddie on DVD from Columbia House. I'm blaming her, because she's the one who was all on to watch Boston Legal because the (very yummy) Mark Valley is in both.
I haven't been writing much, partly because work has been driving me crazy, and I haven't been able to get out of psychotic-homicidal mode easily enough. I got yelled at about my section's behavior, as we have two people who always manage to be not working at the wrong moment. The wrong moment is usually pretty easy to find, as the moments when they are working are few and far between. At the same time, I can't ride them for all 8 hours, because there are just too many other things that need to be done. I have a few solutions in mind, but they all involve hundred-mile-an-hour tape, and I am sure the AF would frown upon me solving my problems that way.
Brian will be here from the 23-28, which is a) too far away and b) not nearly long enough. This is another reason why I am so desperate for a class date. Strange as it may sound, I married my husband because I wanted to live with him. I knew they wouldn't station us together because of the language differences (Russian and Arabic linguists are not often stationed together) but I didn't realize they would make it so difficult to get out of my MOS into another one that is understrength. A class date of March means promotion in July/August, depending on how long it takes them to get me in the system as my new job. Time is *my* money, people. Could we hurry the logistics along just a bit, thanks?
Enough whining and bitching. I'm sure tomorrow will go relatively smoothly, if nothing else because TSgt G will be there and if W causes issues, G can deal with him b/c he's got the rank... and I am losing my patience.