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it's been an interesting weekend. I've been feeling really attacked from all sides lately. I've tried to do a couple of mind lifting things [like grilled out in my backyard yesterday-- yum!] but it hasn't really helped lift my spirits. I'm growing increasingly dissatisfied with the way things are here....i have no say whatsoever in what i do, when i do it, or how i do it, and it's almost suffocating.
I was just told that because "you're the assistant" I have to leave congress early -- right after star search on saturday afternoon, and come home to do church on sunday. I don't even get to go to commissioning to see my friend karen [whom i've known since were were very young] get commissioned. joy. it was just arbitrarily dictated to me that i have to leave early yet again. It gets really old, being the officer that has to go to all the "one officer required to attend" events because i'm the assistant, but when there's something fun, i have to miss out because...guess what....i'm the assistant. I'm sick of having all the crap jobs -- christin, clean the corps, christin, do the pickups, christin, no, you can't go to OOB, christin, you have to leave maine right after your best friend's wedding b/c you have to be back to do church the next morning, christin, you can stay up all night getting ready for music sunday, christin, you can be the one who has to take the maxi van to maine and spend shitloads on gas when you make the least amount of money, christin, christin, christin.
no wonder young single women are leaving the army in droves.
I was just told that because "you're the assistant" I have to leave congress early -- right after star search on saturday afternoon, and come home to do church on sunday. I don't even get to go to commissioning to see my friend karen [whom i've known since were were very young] get commissioned. joy. it was just arbitrarily dictated to me that i have to leave early yet again. It gets really old, being the officer that has to go to all the "one officer required to attend" events because i'm the assistant, but when there's something fun, i have to miss out because...guess what....i'm the assistant. I'm sick of having all the crap jobs -- christin, clean the corps, christin, do the pickups, christin, no, you can't go to OOB, christin, you have to leave maine right after your best friend's wedding b/c you have to be back to do church the next morning, christin, you can stay up all night getting ready for music sunday, christin, you can be the one who has to take the maxi van to maine and spend shitloads on gas when you make the least amount of money, christin, christin, christin.
no wonder young single women are leaving the army in droves.