Oy
I'm getting short, and it's starting to affect me mentally. I've only got 21 days left here, and though it seems like a fair amount, it's nothing compared to 131, which is how many I'll have been here for when I leave. Unfortunately, there's talk of yet another extension once we get into the thick of it, and the next time I come here it'll likely be for six months. As it stands, our cops, cooks, and everyone else are already doing 180 day rotations.
Just gotta hold out for 21 more days. I can swing that, I think. I'm still slotted for two more tax-free pay checks, on top of 800 dollars or so in safe pay when I get home and an 800 dollar tax return. I plan on finally getting off my ass and furnishing my apartment, so instead of sleeping on an air mattress I'll have a real bed. I'm hoping I can find some divorcee who's getting rid of all of her (husband's) crap, as I've learned that in the military, the opportunity to profit from another's loss is ever-present. It most often comes from people directly out of tech school who've bought things they can't afford so they have to get rid of them shortly thereafter. One of the new guys in the shop had to sell his PS3 for half of what he paid when he was going to go delinquent on a phone bill.
Sadly, I wasn't there to purchase it.
In other news, some of you may remember me ranting about my boss, way back when. Well, he's gone. He's been voted off the island, and in his place is a freshly-promoted Master Sergeant. I'm holding out hope that this guy won't be as big of a douche, as he's also from Elmindorf, and he's a C-130 guy as well. Only time will tell.
Anyway this entry is shorter than normal because the days are starting to blend together and everything I've already said during the past four months is applicable here.
Oh wait, I got Vanessa to talking about cock and she admitted that she, quote, loved the taste of it, end quote. With as long as I've been out here even her dick-warmer is starting to look appealing >>
21 days. My standards can hold up for 21 more days ;-;
Just gotta hold out for 21 more days. I can swing that, I think. I'm still slotted for two more tax-free pay checks, on top of 800 dollars or so in safe pay when I get home and an 800 dollar tax return. I plan on finally getting off my ass and furnishing my apartment, so instead of sleeping on an air mattress I'll have a real bed. I'm hoping I can find some divorcee who's getting rid of all of her (husband's) crap, as I've learned that in the military, the opportunity to profit from another's loss is ever-present. It most often comes from people directly out of tech school who've bought things they can't afford so they have to get rid of them shortly thereafter. One of the new guys in the shop had to sell his PS3 for half of what he paid when he was going to go delinquent on a phone bill.
Sadly, I wasn't there to purchase it.
In other news, some of you may remember me ranting about my boss, way back when. Well, he's gone. He's been voted off the island, and in his place is a freshly-promoted Master Sergeant. I'm holding out hope that this guy won't be as big of a douche, as he's also from Elmindorf, and he's a C-130 guy as well. Only time will tell.
Anyway this entry is shorter than normal because the days are starting to blend together and everything I've already said during the past four months is applicable here.
Oh wait, I got Vanessa to talking about cock and she admitted that she, quote, loved the taste of it, end quote. With as long as I've been out here even her dick-warmer is starting to look appealing >>
21 days. My standards can hold up for 21 more days ;-;