Dec 22, 2006 10:30
I was absolutely wiped out today, again. Seems to be a pattern. Today was my induction ceremony, and the woozer in charge of it completely ruined the ceremony for the 8 of us young NCO's. It was due to his lack of caring, dearth of style, and absence of planning. He set a wonderful example to us all by having a script that the narrator couldn't read,it being spread across several pages and not in order, with little arrows drawn to other pages (which were absent). He was not thinking clearly enough to seat us with a straight line to the stage, and at the rehearsal, we waited for 1.5 hours for him to figure out that he wasn't ready, and so we could go to lunch...for thirty minutes. We were a seven minute walk from anything that sold food.
Shoot me in the face.
After wrapping up various chores, etc., and work, I crashed into a bit of a nap, whereupon I was confronted with this dream: I was babysitting in what seemed to be the foyer of a chapel. Well, rather, I seemed to have stumbled onto two other soldiers and someone's wife who were babysitting a good handful of infants, perhaps eight. The wife looked up, smiled, and invited me to lend a hand. I plopped down, and she handed me a baby. I looked down, but I wasn't able to look the baby in the face because my eyes blurred with tears, and I started sobbing. All I could do was curl up with my back against the wall and cry, tears falling on the baby blanket. I woke up crying.
I want my son, and this deployment has gone on far too long.