Contact highs with yer every day everage household chem’s are painful…
11/03/05 2020 hours
So today was just one of those days. I get back from PT and I’m gettin all ready for work and I’m lookin for my beret, but I can’t find it. Crap. So I’m rippin my room apart lookin for the blasted thing and I never find it. So I run out to my automobile, hoping it’s in there from work last night….no luck. Crap again. So I call the rest of the crew I worked with last night tryin to see if anyone nabbed it on accident or anything. Still no luck! So now I’m callin up my team leader givin ‘im a heads up that I can’t find my stinkin beret. Luckily it’s not one of those “YOU WHAAAT?!?!?! START PUSHIN!!” kinda phone calls. Hehehe.
So anyway, I get to work and Im runnin around with a stinkin patrol cap (read: that normal hat that we used to wear). Luckily we were inside the whole morning and I didnt have to wear it too much. Then lunch rolls around and I’m headin out to the vehicle to go get me a new beret. As soon as I pull out of the company lot, The Beast chokes a couple times then sputters out. AH CRAP!! In the process of running around looking for my beret this morning, I had forgotten that I needed to go get gas before work. So now I’m stranded. Crapola. “It’s just one of those days for you,” says a fellow soldier. Yah, tell me about it.
So I give one of my other coworkers a call and ask if he could give me a ride to the gas station to grab a gas can to retrieve my dead vehicle. So he comes and picks me up and we go to the earest gas station which just happened to be sold out of gas cans, which meant we had to go to the other side of post and get a can from the other station. By now I’m feelin bad takin up his lunch hour by runin me around post gettin gas. Anyway, I finally get the can and get back to the car to revive the starving engine. After pooring as much gas into the tank as the can would allow, I toss the can and the remaining amount of gas into the trunk. What I thougnt to be a good seal on the can would soon prove to be my undoing.
After work, I am returning back to the barracks for my dinner break and my car now reaks of gas fumes. AARGH! There is no winning for me. So I get back to the barracks and pop the trunk to remove the can and fin that it had leaked a laundry bag in the back of my trunk and onto the base board as well. So that means my car will smell nice and pretty for a few days here. And by the second trip back to the company for extra duty, my head was pounding from the fumes. So I slammed a few asprin and got to work scrubbin the extremely destroyed floors of the company area. An entire day of dragging file cabinets and an odd assortment of desks, chairs, and locker cabinets on tile will leave a few marks, so our job tonigh was to make those marks dissappear. We did our best I can assure you, and there will definitely be a noticable difference when they walk in the door tomorow. We made sure we stipped that floor the best we could to get those scuffs off. All cleanings final.
Oh by the way, tonight was my last night of groundation, so I finally get my freedoms back. I just wanna say thanks to all those other “bad people” who helped me scrub floors and rake leaves. You guys definitely kept me from being as bored as I was that first week by myself. Also, I think I made a pretty good friendship throughout the week, so I didn’t walk away from this experience empty handed. He even went as far as to suggest I come over some time to have a few beers….*wipes tear from eye* Now if that isn’t bonding I don’t know what is. And being who I am…and not getting out very much, I can’t say I’ve ever had anyone tell me that. So that was cool.
Oh and another thing. I’m getting a little black book together for everytime an NCO calls me a name. Collateral…..that’s all I gotta say. Oh and the encouragements are a great incentive. Don’t think I’m all hurt and broke over this…it’s just part of the “Army Game”. Pretty similar to that one card game…oh what was it’s name…I think it started with the name of an animal and ended with it’s excrement, but I’m not too sure…I have a very fickle mind sometimes. And that was a joke….just in case anyone wants to try to kick me out of the Army for being crazy….cuz I aint.
Oh and I will be drinking this weekend….cuz I can.