Where in the hell did all that time go?
Holy crap. It's late Friday night/early Saturday morning all ready? I've been out of it all week, I swear. And it hasn't been pretty. Friday was the cumulation of a week of being sick and having to come work long hours, anyway, because nobody else wanted to come and play. I was tired, snarky, and quite pretentious. And earned the nickname of "L.T." and "Sir." I'm not kidding. We had an ambulance call today and normally I'm laid back enough to let the Basic sort of just hang around and do things but today I barked out orders like I was a drill sergeant. But, on the other hand, my Basic didn't seem to mind. In fact, he said it was rather orderly and effective and that I managed to pull that style of order giving off quite well where others fail miserably.
On top of that, I gave myself a papercut right under my fingernail. That was a stupid move. I was flipping through a magazine and next thing I know I'm bleeding and my finger hurts something awful right under the nail. Stupid magazine.
More members of the National Guard base in our area came back, so we met them on the exit ramp of the interstate and escorted them through town and to the gates of the Guard compound. We did that Tuesday, too, when a few other battalions had came in.
I don't think I'm even coherent enough right now to even realize what I'm doing. I should, probably, just go to bed.
On top of that, I gave myself a papercut right under my fingernail. That was a stupid move. I was flipping through a magazine and next thing I know I'm bleeding and my finger hurts something awful right under the nail. Stupid magazine.
More members of the National Guard base in our area came back, so we met them on the exit ramp of the interstate and escorted them through town and to the gates of the Guard compound. We did that Tuesday, too, when a few other battalions had came in.
I don't think I'm even coherent enough right now to even realize what I'm doing. I should, probably, just go to bed.