Reason #277 that I hate the Army; I am not an adult.
I don't know what it is and honestly I stopped giving a shit a long time ago. But that doesn't stop these things from pissing me off to no end. The military is kind of funny about keeping track of things. They're big on numbers, dates, statistics, etc. Because of this, I have to have a dental check up once a year. Not terribly unreasonable, but I don't feel like going if I don't have to. So I went a little over a year without a check up. Oh, holy SHIT!! We have to tell Sergent W. (yes that's me) to go make an appointment! Fine, so I make the appointment and attend said appointment today. I check in and 20 minutes later after watching 6 people go ahead of me that checked in after me I find out that the tech who was supposed to be attending me left work early because he was sick. Already things do not bode well. X-rays, cleaning, yadda, yadda. I have very clean teeth according to the dentist and the tech, which is always good news.
Now back to my original point. I get to my car and find that I'd missed a phone call. I don't get that many calls, so I was a little surprised. I listen to the voice mail. My platoon sergent had called to see if I had gone to my appointment so she could update her slides on the readiness of her platoon. (insert irritated silence here)
She had called me 20 fucking minutes after the time my appointment was scheduled for. I honestly felt like kicking her teeth in and telling her to never call me unless I'd won the lottery.
I mean are you kidding me? I guess a 24 year old non-commissioned officer in the army is not responsible enough to get to a simple goddamned appointment.
And now comes the thoughts about work. There is something unholy about getting up before the sun. It's not natural and frankly it makes me feel a bit more homicidal than usual. I would sooner stab someone in the throat than give them a cheery greeting before 10. And if they think they'll engage me in some light and playful conversation, they've made a horrible, horrible mistake. The kind of mistake that ends the world.
I'm going to try and stop thinking about this for a little while as I have a tendancy to dwell on things that make me angry and that only pisses me off more. It's sort of like in physics, when something reaches critical mass it becomes self-sustainable. I can stay pissed off for hours at some one or something if I don't try and distract myself. It's usually with a drink or 5, but since I have to get up at 4am tomorrow I don't think it would be a good idea.
Maybe I'll get a bat and find some non-violent peace activitsts to beat on. There's nothing like kicking the shit out of someone while reminding them that retaliation would be against their morals.
I don't know what it is and honestly I stopped giving a shit a long time ago. But that doesn't stop these things from pissing me off to no end. The military is kind of funny about keeping track of things. They're big on numbers, dates, statistics, etc. Because of this, I have to have a dental check up once a year. Not terribly unreasonable, but I don't feel like going if I don't have to. So I went a little over a year without a check up. Oh, holy SHIT!! We have to tell Sergent W. (yes that's me) to go make an appointment! Fine, so I make the appointment and attend said appointment today. I check in and 20 minutes later after watching 6 people go ahead of me that checked in after me I find out that the tech who was supposed to be attending me left work early because he was sick. Already things do not bode well. X-rays, cleaning, yadda, yadda. I have very clean teeth according to the dentist and the tech, which is always good news.
Now back to my original point. I get to my car and find that I'd missed a phone call. I don't get that many calls, so I was a little surprised. I listen to the voice mail. My platoon sergent had called to see if I had gone to my appointment so she could update her slides on the readiness of her platoon. (insert irritated silence here)
She had called me 20 fucking minutes after the time my appointment was scheduled for. I honestly felt like kicking her teeth in and telling her to never call me unless I'd won the lottery.
I mean are you kidding me? I guess a 24 year old non-commissioned officer in the army is not responsible enough to get to a simple goddamned appointment.
And now comes the thoughts about work. There is something unholy about getting up before the sun. It's not natural and frankly it makes me feel a bit more homicidal than usual. I would sooner stab someone in the throat than give them a cheery greeting before 10. And if they think they'll engage me in some light and playful conversation, they've made a horrible, horrible mistake. The kind of mistake that ends the world.
I'm going to try and stop thinking about this for a little while as I have a tendancy to dwell on things that make me angry and that only pisses me off more. It's sort of like in physics, when something reaches critical mass it becomes self-sustainable. I can stay pissed off for hours at some one or something if I don't try and distract myself. It's usually with a drink or 5, but since I have to get up at 4am tomorrow I don't think it would be a good idea.
Maybe I'll get a bat and find some non-violent peace activitsts to beat on. There's nothing like kicking the shit out of someone while reminding them that retaliation would be against their morals.
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Or you can just be happy that you're not working your ass off at 4am in the Florida humidity.