I *Hate* It When I'm Right
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I started out for PT this morning and halfway to post, realized I had left my wallet. As no wallet = no ID card = no entry to base, turned around and went back. This made me late, and so I missed discovering that (surprise!) we were having a 100 percent drug test for the company. It's a good time to be a woman then, because there's 1 of us for 10 of the men. Shorter lines are good.
Work was ... bad. Chief was gone again, so W was on the rampage. This aspect of days bites, because he has nothing to do and too much time to do it in.
Not to mention, I had to go try and find one of my soldiers.
Came back, and entered into a tiny pit of hell. (Raeyn, you'll *love* this one, while being thankful it was your day off.) There was apparently a briefing of Very Important People in our section which they neglected to tell us about. They came to watch a powerpoint presentation on our nifty plasmas screen, actually. Instant Cleaning and Tidying Frenzy ensues - thankfully my team "mommy" was there and made everything look good. Of course, they then had not shown up before we left.
Then I find out that one of my squad members is causing issues on his flight by being their charming self. The guy's going through a divorce, but there's only so much b.s. I can tolerate/ignore.
I discovered, as well, that the reason that no one told me about the class was that the system only found out on Monday. So obviously.... no. They're trying to get me a new class date. I am keeping my fingers crossed.
On the good side, I am home relaxing, and preparing to have dinner and read the *complete* copy of my romance from last night.
I also need to try and write some, but having seasonal writer block, ie, all my good ideas come at inconvenient times. Especially since the cat is out of the bag to some of my coworkers. I'm pointing them all towards the site where it's archived.
DV
I started out for PT this morning and halfway to post, realized I had left my wallet. As no wallet = no ID card = no entry to base, turned around and went back. This made me late, and so I missed discovering that (surprise!) we were having a 100 percent drug test for the company. It's a good time to be a woman then, because there's 1 of us for 10 of the men. Shorter lines are good.
Work was ... bad. Chief was gone again, so W was on the rampage. This aspect of days bites, because he has nothing to do and too much time to do it in.
Not to mention, I had to go try and find one of my soldiers.
Came back, and entered into a tiny pit of hell. (Raeyn, you'll *love* this one, while being thankful it was your day off.) There was apparently a briefing of Very Important People in our section which they neglected to tell us about. They came to watch a powerpoint presentation on our nifty plasmas screen, actually. Instant Cleaning and Tidying Frenzy ensues - thankfully my team "mommy" was there and made everything look good. Of course, they then had not shown up before we left.
Then I find out that one of my squad members is causing issues on his flight by being their charming self. The guy's going through a divorce, but there's only so much b.s. I can tolerate/ignore.
I discovered, as well, that the reason that no one told me about the class was that the system only found out on Monday. So obviously.... no. They're trying to get me a new class date. I am keeping my fingers crossed.
On the good side, I am home relaxing, and preparing to have dinner and read the *complete* copy of my romance from last night.
I also need to try and write some, but having seasonal writer block, ie, all my good ideas come at inconvenient times. Especially since the cat is out of the bag to some of my coworkers. I'm pointing them all towards the site where it's archived.
DV
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Date: 2004-12-13 06:29 pm (UTC)Ha. Tell me about it. While I was in Iraq, this seemed to apply to EVERYone E-5 and above. Select E-5s knew how to occupy themselves, or at least not decide to involve everyone else in their entertainment, but some... especially new E-5s?
I really don't know how it is in the Army, but to anyone below, E-5 is practically the Almighty, and E-6 is rarefied fucking air indeed. So... when those dudes get bored and antsy... it sucks for everyone.
I also need to try and write some, but having seasonal writer block, ie, all my good ideas come at inconvenient times. Especially since the cat is out of the bag to some of my coworkers. I'm pointing them all towards the site where it's archived.
My colleagues discovered this about me while in Iraq, as well. One of my roommates took joy in asking me, daily, "So how's our book coming?" Now, if he had wanted to do the cover art, he'd be welcome, given that he's an incredible artist... But mostly his contribution was telling whoever came to visit that I was working on "our" book. Fun guy.
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Date: 2004-12-14 03:30 pm (UTC)>> Ha. Tell me about it. While I was in Iraq, this seemed to apply to EVERYone E-5 and above. Select E-5s knew how to occupy themselves, or at least not decide to involve everyone else in their entertainment, but some... especially new E-5s? >>
Most of our new ones seem to be okay.
W is an USAF E-6, selected for promotion this year. Honestly, I think he'd be this way even if he was a civilian, but as all 3 of us supes are "the work's being done, so we're good" types, he doesn't work well with us. Perception = reality and all that fun stuff.
DV