*fart*

Been a few days...no excuses :)

Not really a lot of stuff going on. Last week was a bit of a trip. We had *the last one I'll organize* PT challenge. It was large\elaborate\challenging\time(all) consuming. Non-appreciative mother fuckers. I spent 50 bucks on parts, a full day worth of putting shit together, trial runs, blah blah blah.....complaints and whining. I hate ALL of you people. Of course when they finished a few people had some positives...about 50/50 really. That'd normally satisfy me if it wasn't for the investment on my part to make the fucker work.

Then I finished my JCU application. THAT was an ass pain. We don't have a US computer\printer in my office so I have to walk across base to work on it. We can't use USB sticks so I have to e-mail the (18pg) form between accounts...which you can't go from .int to .mil for some reason so it went through the yahoo account. Then the formatting gets wonky going from office 2000 to 2003 so I had to fix it every transfer time. Print it out...of course they don't trust you with paper so you have to ask for X amount of sheets. Then you find a problem...print it again....start it up the chain...they find a problem...work on it at your desk...mail...mail...walk...format....ask for paper....print....format...ask for paper...print...turn it in....work on it from the desk...walk...format...ask for paper......oh Jesus I want to kill myself

Then you get questions. Normally questions aren't a big deal. In a situation like this it is because neither side really knows what the fuck they're talking about so it's annoying. "What will you do?" "Dunno" "What do you mean?" "They're combat com, small radio support. I'll have a radio\sat on my back and run around." "What else" "I don't know" "You need to find out" You need to sign my god damned form that I worked on for the past 3 days ass hole. I've never done that job before and I really don't know what it means. I suspect what ever the fuck it is that I'll need to know, they'll educate me on. Yes I know that it's dangerous. Yes I "do" want to do it. No, I don't really care if I make it. No, I don't give a shit about the Air Force or what I do in it. I've been good to it, it's been good to me, we're even. Now sign my fucking form.

I had to set up a meeting for a guy that's going to be kicked out of the service for being too fat. Not really a big deal BUT the one side doesn't bother hooking up their PC or phone...or know what they're doing. So I walk to their office...get their story...tell my commander...get his story...go back to the HAWC....they changed their mind...go back to the commander...go back to the HAWC. I get it set up...then my boss schedules and appt for the same time with our repair guy...and leaves. I'm 30min late for the fucking appt. You fucking bitch.

School is a trip. This is the first time that there's a 50/50 on the pass\fail. I'm taking American History to 1877, and African American History to 1877. White people history is OK. It's time consuming but not a big deal really. Black people history is a BITCH. 300+pgs of reading and really detailed writing assignments...and frequent. 6 weeks into the 8 week class the prof starts handing out feedback which consists mainly of "you suck". Ouch. I don't think the prof actually read what she wants us to read and work with because the books don't seem to support the questions and the questions are bizzare. I have no idea about modern black family structures...and the class isn't on modern black families...and you need to go fucking die...after you give me my 75+ so I don't have to take this class again.

My mother in law is here starting her 6wk stay. She's a nice woman but I don't have the $$ or the desire to entertain her for a month and a fucking half.

To top that all off, I think I'm on my period. None of this shit is a big deal but it's getting to me. A lot of things are getting to me that shouldn't be. And I don't have any beer....Daddy wants his baa baa.