Waiting is hard
It really is. I know how it's going to be eventually, but I'm on pins and needles for how long it will be. I'm very anxious to hear something, anything. What a fucking pain.
One of my coworkers talked to the detailer who is here all week on a visit. He mentioned my current professional/personal "predicament" to him. Basically I was told to come see him, it wouldn't hurt. Yeah, like he can do anything with everything up in the air as it is. Whatever. I did put in a request to extend my EAOS (My due-date for civilian life) to my PRD (When I get the fuck up out of here) so that they match. By doing this, it will be much easier to reenlist for the remaining four years instead of reenlisting and the possibility of them telling me to fuck off to extend to 20 years. I say that because I think they would do anything in there power to fuck over someone's retirement, i.e. get out of paying them for all the years of service they've given to this canoe club.
Yeah, at the moment I'm a wee bit bitter. Why? No, it's not the result of someone pissing in my Wheaties's. On a personal level, the Navy is just getting in the way. I'm just tired. I'm not going to slack off and become a dirtbag or anything. It just might be that I've had enough. Meh.
It would be nice to have SOMEONE be grateful to us for all we do, instead of having to watch out for being screwed over. Meh indeed.
Posted by: Margaret | April 25, 2006 at 06:09 AM
Never attribute to malice what you can blame on stupidity. It'll all work out. You're one of the best damn folks they've got!
Posted by: Scott Palmer | April 25, 2006 at 06:18 AM