Well, I'm not psycho yet. Tomorrow is 8 hr pass day. I'm hoping for the best but mentally preparing for the worst. I have the house clean, the yard mowed, and cookies baked. I think the cookies kind of suck, but they beat an MRE. It's damn late now, but I figure I needed to work myself to exhaustion tonight or I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. I'm not sure how tomorrow will go, but at least I'm already familiar with some of the unpleasant side. Joe hasn't called at all, which is a good sign. Another guy from his company started in this training class with Joe but got recycled. He was able to call his wife and let her know, as well as have weekend passes and nightly phone calls when time allowed. There's been nothing like that for us; all signs lead to Joe having made it at least to today. Depending on how late their activities went today, if he recycled I don't know if he would have had time to call me. That's sort of what happened last time. But I think it was more that they weren't given a chance. Bah. I've kept my phone on me for any calls from him - nada. Please let him go to Mountains. Let's get this shit over with. I wanna tab my guy out at Victory Pond already! :-)
Today also marked my ninth consecutive work day in a row, as well as the start to a four day weekend. After which, I'll work a bunch more. We're short-staffed, and it sucks. However, it's because a good employee got a well-deserved promotion, so the reason for it is good. But being in the midst of it is not. Especially when one of the coworkers helping provide coverage is a paranoid bitch. I may hate addicts, but nothing gets to me the way some of the lousy staff do. Crazy really does attract crazy. Off.the.chain.
I'll close with a Joe memory. I dusted our bedroom tonight, and it was damn dusty. It dawned on me that I may have dusted it once...or not at all since Joe did when I was sick. (I vacuum regularly, but hate dusting.) Anyhow. So rewind to sick week. I was passed out on the couch, woke up, and wandered back to the bedroom to see where Joe was. Cuz you know when you're sick you want to be alone but really you don't cuz you're all lonely and want someone to take care of you. Well, how about I came back to the bedroom to find Joe standing on the bed dusting the ceiling fan. When I clean our room, I don't even dust the ceiling fan. And rarely does Joe ever do any dusting in our room at all. I was shocked, and I believe I asked, "What the fuck are you doing?" He was very nonchalant in whatever his exact response was and continued about his work as I looked on completely puzzled. As it turns out, when I'm incapacitated, he feels less pressure to get things done and therefore will not only take on a task, but go above and beyond in the execution. Here's hopin' he sacs up and starts feeling some of that out at Ranger School! Word.
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Whenever Ryan was going through Basic, he wrote a letter about MREs and I thought he was talking about going to dinner at MR. Es. I really couldn't understand why they were letting them go out to eat so often! He later informed me that I was a loser, and wrong.
Sending good juju your way!
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