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Yesterday was such an odd day.
On one hand, I had to inventory the personal belongings of a Soldier that was recently killed in Afghanistan. As I was going through her effects, I found two journals that she kept prior to deployment. They were simple Mead notebooks that were decorated to a wild degree with pictures, magazine clippings, etc. The journals were handwritten and laden with poems, lyrics, mementos, and drawings. This was the story of the Soldier's life, in her own words, and though I had never met her, I held what was left of her in my hands. It was a poignant moment.
On the other hand, I have been dealing with so many issues from my problem children that my moods and general dealings with people are on a downward slide. I am usually in a grumpy mood, and though I try not to, I wind up carrying it home. I need a vacation. I need to step out of it for a little while and do what I want to do. I haven't taken leave for a full year and even though I get alot of extended weekends in the service (federal holidays, corps training holidays, etc), it doesn't change the fact that I am one phone call away from having my plans nixed to deal with someone else's shenanigans.
Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, but the silly shit wears me thin sometimes.
*smacks head because phone just rang with more silly shit*
Any other day this would have pissed me off. Today, this is just perfect.
On one hand, I had to inventory the personal belongings of a Soldier that was recently killed in Afghanistan. As I was going through her effects, I found two journals that she kept prior to deployment. They were simple Mead notebooks that were decorated to a wild degree with pictures, magazine clippings, etc. The journals were handwritten and laden with poems, lyrics, mementos, and drawings. This was the story of the Soldier's life, in her own words, and though I had never met her, I held what was left of her in my hands. It was a poignant moment.
On the other hand, I have been dealing with so many issues from my problem children that my moods and general dealings with people are on a downward slide. I am usually in a grumpy mood, and though I try not to, I wind up carrying it home. I need a vacation. I need to step out of it for a little while and do what I want to do. I haven't taken leave for a full year and even though I get alot of extended weekends in the service (federal holidays, corps training holidays, etc), it doesn't change the fact that I am one phone call away from having my plans nixed to deal with someone else's shenanigans.
Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, but the silly shit wears me thin sometimes.
*smacks head because phone just rang with more silly shit*
Any other day this would have pissed me off. Today, this is just perfect.