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Tuesday is over.
My HUGE project at work is **almost** done.. I have brought it home this week.. partly because I need the hours to make up for missing Friday (drill), and partly because they sprung this project on us all of a sudden.. some people in Planning and Development made some mistakes and pushed this ahead a few months. So everyone was scrambling, and ultimately is depending on my team ( me ) to get it done Thurs. Well, after they decided on Thurs with my team lead, the jackass calls ME and says Wednesday. So I'm scrambling.. An impossible task to be done by COB Wed, I will have it done hopefully around lunch tomorrow. Whee. Then I get to mess around Wed and Thurs updating the Ops template. Fun times.
Three-Day drill this weekend. On the schedule? PT test, Airborne Op, a Fraternization class (hahhahaha), the Spring Formal, and some kind of Weapons Training. Tons of downtime tho, should be a good time.
Getting my manicure and pedicure tomorrow.. Can't think of much else I need to do in terms of prep for the formal.. except sit and wait.. but the week is passing by fast enough. It's almost Wednesday, and Thursday I am just gonna be a total nervous wreck. Drive to drill Friday morning with beau. Get through the PT test, and take care of my CAC and decal.. and the day should pass by well enough. I won't be able to sleep Friday. I don't think I've ever looked forward to something this much before!! Saturday will be grand.
He's the type. He calls me in the morning to make sure I'm awake. He calls me back in an hour if I say I need to sleep in. He kisses me on the forehead. He still puts his hand on the small of my back when we walk. He tickles me, and stops when I can manage out the word. Sometimes he doesn't and that's okay, because he's ticklish too. He doesn't stop when I say don't stop. He thinks ahead. He gave me a nickname that I positively adore.
He is starting to get comfy. He left clothes and shoes here. I woke up this morning, not surprised by his shoes. When I went to my closet to find suitable attire for the real world, I was stunned. There, on a hanger, were his jeans. His PJs are still here too. And I'm sure if I looked hard enough, I'd find his t-shirt(s). Now, all he needs is a toothbrush and we'd both be super cozy. :)
Sigh
Back to work/need to eat/etc..
My HUGE project at work is **almost** done.. I have brought it home this week.. partly because I need the hours to make up for missing Friday (drill), and partly because they sprung this project on us all of a sudden.. some people in Planning and Development made some mistakes and pushed this ahead a few months. So everyone was scrambling, and ultimately is depending on my team ( me ) to get it done Thurs. Well, after they decided on Thurs with my team lead, the jackass calls ME and says Wednesday. So I'm scrambling.. An impossible task to be done by COB Wed, I will have it done hopefully around lunch tomorrow. Whee. Then I get to mess around Wed and Thurs updating the Ops template. Fun times.
Three-Day drill this weekend. On the schedule? PT test, Airborne Op, a Fraternization class (hahhahaha), the Spring Formal, and some kind of Weapons Training. Tons of downtime tho, should be a good time.
Getting my manicure and pedicure tomorrow.. Can't think of much else I need to do in terms of prep for the formal.. except sit and wait.. but the week is passing by fast enough. It's almost Wednesday, and Thursday I am just gonna be a total nervous wreck. Drive to drill Friday morning with beau. Get through the PT test, and take care of my CAC and decal.. and the day should pass by well enough. I won't be able to sleep Friday. I don't think I've ever looked forward to something this much before!! Saturday will be grand.
He's the type. He calls me in the morning to make sure I'm awake. He calls me back in an hour if I say I need to sleep in. He kisses me on the forehead. He still puts his hand on the small of my back when we walk. He tickles me, and stops when I can manage out the word. Sometimes he doesn't and that's okay, because he's ticklish too. He doesn't stop when I say don't stop. He thinks ahead. He gave me a nickname that I positively adore.
He is starting to get comfy. He left clothes and shoes here. I woke up this morning, not surprised by his shoes. When I went to my closet to find suitable attire for the real world, I was stunned. There, on a hanger, were his jeans. His PJs are still here too. And I'm sure if I looked hard enough, I'd find his t-shirt(s). Now, all he needs is a toothbrush and we'd both be super cozy. :)
Sigh
Back to work/need to eat/etc..