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Thursday, October 11, 2007

dotty with shiny spots



i arrived on base around 11am, new credit card in wallet and having slept a bit on the bus.

the first thing i noticed was that somebody had sat at my whiteboard (the one i wrote lines on yesterday) and dotted the entire thing. i connected a bunch of dots near the bottom to read (in constellation scrawl) "WHOEVER DREW THE DOTS NEEDS TO SEE THE BASE PSYCHOLOGIST".
everyone who's walked in has asked me why i dotted the board.

i had a chat with my TL, checked mail and then went with some of the guys for lunch (breakfast, in my case). when we returned, i got through a bit of what was required, although it's slow going, and just before he left my TL left me with an impossible mission. i persevered until i had to run to make the shuttle, at which point my SC caught up with me and we had a chat about officer's course.

it looks like he's going to try and put it off as long as possible, which isn't very nice.

in addition, i finally (through much screaming at various secretaries) got hold of my old base's discipline officer, and when i had his attention i barked the complaint out. when he asked me what time, i told him.
"in the middle of the night?"
"no, in the middle of the DAY, that's what's so ridiculous about it."
i've never heard that bastard sound so incredulous. i seem to have managed to get him a bit foamy about the issue, i'll give him a week or so to call me back with a result.

i squeezed into the shuttle, and napped most of the way home. i helped spot move the last of his things, took his keys, and that's all she friggin' wrote. i've just come back from an intense 45 minute run, had a 20 minute stretch (i'm anticipating pain tomorrow, maybe i'll get in a second round with my old taekwondo group), peeled off my clothes to shower, and now i'm getting ready to eat something, before going out with the kid...

who is now a civilian. i mean, damn.

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