Harumph.
Waiting to get to basic sucks, especially when I have to work at a job that I hate more than any other I've ever had.
I wanna get the fuck outta here and get into the Army!
Waiting to get to basic sucks, especially when I have to work at a job that I hate more than any other I've ever had.
I wanna get the fuck outta here and get into the Army!
Got the last police report that I needed to send in to my recruiter. Gonna be getting up tomorrow and going to the recruiter's office to give it to him! Hopefully from there I'll be able to just get down to MEPS and finally get my ship out date for basic as well as knowing where I'll be going for basic. It'll be nice to actually have an answer when peoples ask me that stuff.
Well apparently my recruiter didn't think we had a date set for me to go to MEPS. I thought we had everything set and now I'm back to waiting. He still needs a bit of info from some police departments (got busted for trespassing when setting off some fireworks in a park after it was closed), but the police are retarded and won't give it to him so now I have to get it from them and hopefully get them to fax it to him.
I'm getting really fucking tired of having to jump through a hundred hoops just to move forward a few feet. I wanna get this done and get to basic so that I can move out of my parent's house and have my own life again damnit!
I'm getting really fucking tired of having to jump through a hundred hoops just to move forward a few feet. I wanna get this done and get to basic so that I can move out of my parent's house and have my own life again damnit!
Ha ha ha! Finally things seem to be looking up and forward for me! After nearly a year away from all my friends and having to live with my parents again (I love 'em but I'd rather not live with them) I'm finally set to go to MEPS (aka Military Examination and Processing Station). I go this Tuesday to get poked a prodded for a day so that the Army can make sure that I'm healthy enough to serve, then I will hopefully get my ship out date.
Last my recruiter told me it probably wouldn't be until maybe...November-ish, but I'm fine with that. So long as I can actually get a date set for when I go to basic then I know I've accomplished what I moved down to Atlanta to do. After that all I need to do is just get through basic and AIT, then not be a dumbass.
Last my recruiter told me it probably wouldn't be until maybe...November-ish, but I'm fine with that. So long as I can actually get a date set for when I go to basic then I know I've accomplished what I moved down to Atlanta to do. After that all I need to do is just get through basic and AIT, then not be a dumbass.
Blech...living at home sucks.
I chose to move back home last August so that I could better work towards my goal of joining the Air Force (had to lose about 50 lbs). I'm almost there with taking the ASVAB (95 percentile) and I just have a few last pounds to go. Still, even with feeling like it's close I know that I won't be until around December or maybe even a bit later than that for me to actually ship out to BMT, so that means another eight to nine months of living with my parents.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and they leave me alone and let me do my own thing, but it would just be better to be back on my own again. Sure that means having to pay for a lot of bills again, but it just feels so much better being on my own and being surrounded by things that I can say are my own.
I chose to move back home last August so that I could better work towards my goal of joining the Air Force (had to lose about 50 lbs). I'm almost there with taking the ASVAB (95 percentile) and I just have a few last pounds to go. Still, even with feeling like it's close I know that I won't be until around December or maybe even a bit later than that for me to actually ship out to BMT, so that means another eight to nine months of living with my parents.
Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and they leave me alone and let me do my own thing, but it would just be better to be back on my own again. Sure that means having to pay for a lot of bills again, but it just feels so much better being on my own and being surrounded by things that I can say are my own.
Oh my sweet love
I love you so dear
When we get up close
it all feels so clear
Whenever you're 'round
I have nothing to fear
I love you so much
My dear sweet sweet beer
I love you so dear
When we get up close
it all feels so clear
Whenever you're 'round
I have nothing to fear
I love you so much
My dear sweet sweet beer
Not too much news right now except that I'm now an Uncle for the third time!
Her name is Nelly Grace.
Her name is Nelly Grace.
I hate working in the service industry even more than before now. There's no respect and no one willing to help when you really need it and everything ends up being your fault.
It started off as a fairly normal evening at Kroger where I work as a bagger, with just a few dumb customers who think they're right about something and they aren't and such, but nothing too major. It normally starts getting busy at about six o'clock or so, but the rush started a bit later tonight...I'd say about seven-thirty or eight, and it stayed busy until almost eleven. Of course through that whole time people are getting off and going home, so there are less and less employees to get the customers moved through.
I ended up having to go out to the lot at about nine-thirty to go get carts, and it looks like nobody had been out there for a good hour or more, which was likely since it was so busy. I ended up not getting back in until about ten-fifteen, and even then the lot wasn't clear of carts (which it's supposed to be by the end of the night). Not really a big deal though.
It was really the worst when I went back in because all of the supervisors and the manager had gone home for the night, leaving two checkers (one at a u-scan station and the other at a regular register) and me to take care of the customers. Of course this doesn't matter to the customers, who assume that we should be able to do everything to take care of them and be able to do it a speeds faster than any person could go.
So the lines get longer and longer, the cashier and I are moving as fast as we can so we can get people out, and we can still hear people mumbling about how our job isn't hard and we should be going faster. Then customers start to complain about one or two item prices that come up and start explaining to the cashier what's wrong like she's an idiot while she's trying to explain that she can't do anything but take the item off.
I know it seems really trivial after writing it down and such, but it just pisses me off about how management treats us sometimes. Oh, and I would complain straight to them, but I've told them about things that need to be taken care of in the store (there's a sink in one of the bathrooms that is falling away from the wall and I've told them twice about it) and nothing is ever done about them.
I suppose I should just take this as more incentive to get myself into the Air Force sooner.
It started off as a fairly normal evening at Kroger where I work as a bagger, with just a few dumb customers who think they're right about something and they aren't and such, but nothing too major. It normally starts getting busy at about six o'clock or so, but the rush started a bit later tonight...I'd say about seven-thirty or eight, and it stayed busy until almost eleven. Of course through that whole time people are getting off and going home, so there are less and less employees to get the customers moved through.
I ended up having to go out to the lot at about nine-thirty to go get carts, and it looks like nobody had been out there for a good hour or more, which was likely since it was so busy. I ended up not getting back in until about ten-fifteen, and even then the lot wasn't clear of carts (which it's supposed to be by the end of the night). Not really a big deal though.
It was really the worst when I went back in because all of the supervisors and the manager had gone home for the night, leaving two checkers (one at a u-scan station and the other at a regular register) and me to take care of the customers. Of course this doesn't matter to the customers, who assume that we should be able to do everything to take care of them and be able to do it a speeds faster than any person could go.
So the lines get longer and longer, the cashier and I are moving as fast as we can so we can get people out, and we can still hear people mumbling about how our job isn't hard and we should be going faster. Then customers start to complain about one or two item prices that come up and start explaining to the cashier what's wrong like she's an idiot while she's trying to explain that she can't do anything but take the item off.
I know it seems really trivial after writing it down and such, but it just pisses me off about how management treats us sometimes. Oh, and I would complain straight to them, but I've told them about things that need to be taken care of in the store (there's a sink in one of the bathrooms that is falling away from the wall and I've told them twice about it) and nothing is ever done about them.
I suppose I should just take this as more incentive to get myself into the Air Force sooner.
Just wanted you all to know that the sounds and smells of a slow cooking pig are some of the best sounds ever. Stayed up last night cooking a pig and drinking some beer, and it was good.
Back for the first time in almost a month.
1. Had friends come down from Nebraska for about a week, and it was awesome.
2. Discovered Vortex in Atlanta and I now know of the delicious awesomeness that they produce.
3. Obtained a velcro wallet from a little arcade place in Kennesaw, so now I have a regular wallet and a drinking wallet.
4. Went to Meehan's Public House in Sandy Springs for St. Patty's Day. Got drunk with lots of Smithwicks and saw The Bastard Suns play and it was probably one of the best night's I'd had in a long ass time.
It's the second time that I've seen TBS, but both times I've gone it's been an amazing show, and this one was made even better because my friends from Nebraska were there with me. All in all, everything was awesome over the past week and I'm ready to relax for a little while.
"Because when I think of Social Justice, I think of Hitler and Stalin." -Stephen Colbert
1. Had friends come down from Nebraska for about a week, and it was awesome.
2. Discovered Vortex in Atlanta and I now know of the delicious awesomeness that they produce.
3. Obtained a velcro wallet from a little arcade place in Kennesaw, so now I have a regular wallet and a drinking wallet.
4. Went to Meehan's Public House in Sandy Springs for St. Patty's Day. Got drunk with lots of Smithwicks and saw The Bastard Suns play and it was probably one of the best night's I'd had in a long ass time.
It's the second time that I've seen TBS, but both times I've gone it's been an amazing show, and this one was made even better because my friends from Nebraska were there with me. All in all, everything was awesome over the past week and I'm ready to relax for a little while.
"Because when I think of Social Justice, I think of Hitler and Stalin." -Stephen Colbert
