John Angry
Something happened today that made me mad. Not just regular mad. Furious. And I realized that this place is finally starting to get to me. All of the little insults put upon me by a semi-retarded administration have finally started to get to me. Its amazing how much stuff i stared bringing up in the back of my head.
Last week i put my laundry out. The bag was one of nate's. I got an email at 9 in the morning about coming down to claim my laundry. I had class from 8 until noon that day. When I checked my email before lunch I found one from the commandant's staff. The laundry trolls had sent them an email asking about it. I got informed that I needed to get this taken care of or I would be boned. This made me pretty pissed, but when I went down to get my laundry I was nice and polite. I didnt slap a bitch the way I wanted to.
Today I get back from a run after dinner to find a special sitting on my desk. Apparently the comptroller's office has sent me multiple emails about signing a loan. Too bad I never received one. And that just spun me a bad turn like nobody's business.
The thing that really got me mad was that then I got to thinking about how that fucktard Baur tried to tell me I couldnt go home from summer school and not get withdrawn from absences to go to my Grandfather's funeral. This happened two summers ago. I was ready to hit someone. Im pretty sure I should have broken that man's jaw that day 2 years ago. Im not sure if its worth potentially ruining my army career to make up for it once I have my diploma in my hands. But it is tempting. I wish I had done something then. Even if i went to go and complain to his boss. But that was just me trying to let things roll off my back like water on a duck again. I think that next time I wont, and I know that went I go to the comptrollers office they are going to get an earful, but probablly not a fistful.
Last week i put my laundry out. The bag was one of nate's. I got an email at 9 in the morning about coming down to claim my laundry. I had class from 8 until noon that day. When I checked my email before lunch I found one from the commandant's staff. The laundry trolls had sent them an email asking about it. I got informed that I needed to get this taken care of or I would be boned. This made me pretty pissed, but when I went down to get my laundry I was nice and polite. I didnt slap a bitch the way I wanted to.
Today I get back from a run after dinner to find a special sitting on my desk. Apparently the comptroller's office has sent me multiple emails about signing a loan. Too bad I never received one. And that just spun me a bad turn like nobody's business.
The thing that really got me mad was that then I got to thinking about how that fucktard Baur tried to tell me I couldnt go home from summer school and not get withdrawn from absences to go to my Grandfather's funeral. This happened two summers ago. I was ready to hit someone. Im pretty sure I should have broken that man's jaw that day 2 years ago. Im not sure if its worth potentially ruining my army career to make up for it once I have my diploma in my hands. But it is tempting. I wish I had done something then. Even if i went to go and complain to his boss. But that was just me trying to let things roll off my back like water on a duck again. I think that next time I wont, and I know that went I go to the comptrollers office they are going to get an earful, but probablly not a fistful.