Keep Cool, My Babies

There haven't been any more headaches, but still I woke up pissed this morning.  Something along the lines of hormones and not hearing Joe's voice for several days.  Amidst those two things boiling in my brain, the FRG pissed me off for the 900th time.  I was told last week in person by the acting 1SGT that there would be an FRG meeting Tuesday of this week.  He was very open about the issues the FRG has been having and nailed a few of my own just in conversation.  He cussed and otherwise didn't hold back in talking with me, which I liked.  When they hold back, they're hiding.  Seriously.  So while I hate the FRG, I felt empowered after talking to someone in charge and thought I could maybe go to this meeting and get my voice heard - and have it actually be productive and helpful.  Well, by Friday morning no email had come through the FRG leader about a meeting, so (because the FRG leader is an idiot), I emailed the FRSA asking about the meeting.  Friday passed, as did the weekend, and no response. 

Finally, this morning, the day before the alleged meeting, I hear from the FRSA that there is a meeting tomorrow and that she's sorry I didn't know and that she didn't find out herself until just then.  Well...  The proverbial coffin was long ago nailed shut, and this I just felt was someone whacking it with a hammer for the hell of it.  I wrote her back and let her know that I couldn't understand the lack of communication - that I have previously been a key caller when things were working properly and that I know how things should more or less go - that I do not know whether I should continue to try to be a part of an FRG that inefficiently disseminates information or instead should just call random dudes from the company when I have an issue - and that everything about the FRG is both disheartening and disempowering.  And I never heard back.

I don't care.  What can they do?  Not keep me in the loop?  TOO LATE.  Treat my husband badly?  TOO LATE.  I read my email aloud to Joe when he finally called today (which was awesome), and he wasn't mad.  He agreed that it would be hard for things to get worse and really didn't think anything would come of it anyway.  I mean, I was tactful, and this has been a long.time.coming - multiple offenses.  Bah.  Then of course later in the day the Army struck again, and I had a fiasco in discovering I'd been switched doctors/clinics on post (which I had signed up for but was not given notice when the change occurred).  Oh well.

After talking to Joe I felt a lot better.  He made it over there last week, but it has taken him until now to get exactly where he needed to be.  I don't know where any of it is, but just knowing he wasn't settled somewhere put me a little on edge.  Now, though, I can mark that off the list, and I also now have the correct info for sending care packages and husband goodies.  Excellent.

Furthering the turn of goodness, I randomly stumbled across MSN messenger, which I probably haven't used since grad school while talking to my boyfriend, Joe.  ;-)  But alas, the Croat, one of my very close BFFs was on, and we got to "talk."  The woman just knows me. I don't even have to fully describe things, and she gets it.  Tremendous empathy, and it just made me feel tons better about everything.  I love you, Croat.