someone wrote wash me on the back window of my car
i'm not going to lie, i was quite embarassed. granted, my car needs (and when i say needs, i mean it is imparative for life to continue) to be washed. The problem exists of the funds to do so. believe it or not quarters are extremely difficult to get a hold of. Then there is the 111+ degree weather, makes it a little uncomfortable to be in the sun.
i know i promised i would try to update in a better mood. unfortunately it is easier said than done. Why? I will start with the petty stuff maybe for the build up to the significant -- a dramatic effect of sorts, or maybe because that is the chronological order of things. I guess we will see. It began friday with the misplacing of my military ID. not having that on my person is a violation of the UCMJ, in other words it is a criminal offense. i had it at lunch, we were in fpcon bravo, so i had to show my ID in order to get into the chow hall, and in order to get food. i did not drive all that day, mostly due to no gas in my car. i rode with both tracy and karen (the suitemates) at different times. after work we went to the offic to check out military email accounts. used my id to log in. after work i went through the usual ritual. emptied my pockets into my hat. i took a nap that afternoon, then a shower, we went to a movie. when i got to the theaters i went to use my military id to get a discount, and it was not there. i have not seen it since. i spent all weekend searching for it.
I then realized the $90 i thought i had for the next 2 weeks was actually $20, i had to pay my car insurance.
then today. i tried to be upbeat. i woke up at 0430 to build my slides for a briefing (it was quite good i might add) and just wake up on monday which is always difficult to do. i made tea, took a shower, called to double check the time of my ob/gyn yearly appointment. i was sure it was 2:30pm, the lady on the phone told me 12:45. so i show up at 12:30. mind you i still do not have an id, and the hospital is on a satellite of this base, so i had to grab my roommate who is on medical leave (she just had surgery) to go with me just to get on base. The lady at the desk tells me that my appointment is not until 2:30. we leave, i figure i may as well go to the mpf and try to get a new id. i wait in line for 45 minutes, and have to leave to go back to work. i spend a half an hour at work before i have to go back to the hospital on the other base. i again get my roommate and go to my appointment. the doctor is an old guy (all ob/gyn docs seem to be) who seems more nervous than i am, which makes me even more uncomfortable.
after all of that, being touched innappropriately by an old guy, having his fingers jammed up inside me (not fun! he pokes the walls of your uterus) he goes for the breast exam, and guess what, i have a lump. now he says it is most likely just a clogged duct since i wear underwire bras. but i have to go get a sonogram at the beginning of september, and i'm not feeling any better about his assurance that it is nothing. after hearing this i have to go to the lab to turn in the test, and then pharmacy to pick up perscription and then the womens clinic to schedule the sonagram. they look at me like im crazy and start asking me all these questions. apparantly i was supposed to be sent to radiology. how the f#%@ was i supposed to know that? that is now what i was told. and this entire time, everytime i go to a different desk they give me the first degree about why i dont have my id.
when i leave i go to get a visitor pass in order to get back on base (my roommate had to stay, i had to go back to work). i get to the gate and give the rent-a-cop my pass. he doesnt even look at it, he just asks me if i have an id. i tell him no, he starts to say something, i jump in and 'kindly explain' that if he would look at the paper i handed him he would see it is a visitors pass, because I DONT HAVE MY ID!
and that is my story. i really am trying to not always be in a bad mood when i write. if i had wrote yesterday i would not have been, but maybe i just turn to this when i need someone to listen, and even though im sure no one reads this, i feel like maybe there is one person who is listening, even if it is the guy who does upkeep for the site or something.
well, here is to having a better day soon, though im liable to be stressed until next month on my appointment, september 2.
oh, and my 23rd birthday is friday. i work swing, and will not be doing anything except maybe sleeping the rest of the time. happy frickin birthday...lol. hey, 2 more years and my car insurance goes down.
i know i promised i would try to update in a better mood. unfortunately it is easier said than done. Why? I will start with the petty stuff maybe for the build up to the significant -- a dramatic effect of sorts, or maybe because that is the chronological order of things. I guess we will see. It began friday with the misplacing of my military ID. not having that on my person is a violation of the UCMJ, in other words it is a criminal offense. i had it at lunch, we were in fpcon bravo, so i had to show my ID in order to get into the chow hall, and in order to get food. i did not drive all that day, mostly due to no gas in my car. i rode with both tracy and karen (the suitemates) at different times. after work we went to the offic to check out military email accounts. used my id to log in. after work i went through the usual ritual. emptied my pockets into my hat. i took a nap that afternoon, then a shower, we went to a movie. when i got to the theaters i went to use my military id to get a discount, and it was not there. i have not seen it since. i spent all weekend searching for it.
I then realized the $90 i thought i had for the next 2 weeks was actually $20, i had to pay my car insurance.
then today. i tried to be upbeat. i woke up at 0430 to build my slides for a briefing (it was quite good i might add) and just wake up on monday which is always difficult to do. i made tea, took a shower, called to double check the time of my ob/gyn yearly appointment. i was sure it was 2:30pm, the lady on the phone told me 12:45. so i show up at 12:30. mind you i still do not have an id, and the hospital is on a satellite of this base, so i had to grab my roommate who is on medical leave (she just had surgery) to go with me just to get on base. The lady at the desk tells me that my appointment is not until 2:30. we leave, i figure i may as well go to the mpf and try to get a new id. i wait in line for 45 minutes, and have to leave to go back to work. i spend a half an hour at work before i have to go back to the hospital on the other base. i again get my roommate and go to my appointment. the doctor is an old guy (all ob/gyn docs seem to be) who seems more nervous than i am, which makes me even more uncomfortable.
after all of that, being touched innappropriately by an old guy, having his fingers jammed up inside me (not fun! he pokes the walls of your uterus) he goes for the breast exam, and guess what, i have a lump. now he says it is most likely just a clogged duct since i wear underwire bras. but i have to go get a sonogram at the beginning of september, and i'm not feeling any better about his assurance that it is nothing. after hearing this i have to go to the lab to turn in the test, and then pharmacy to pick up perscription and then the womens clinic to schedule the sonagram. they look at me like im crazy and start asking me all these questions. apparantly i was supposed to be sent to radiology. how the f#%@ was i supposed to know that? that is now what i was told. and this entire time, everytime i go to a different desk they give me the first degree about why i dont have my id.
when i leave i go to get a visitor pass in order to get back on base (my roommate had to stay, i had to go back to work). i get to the gate and give the rent-a-cop my pass. he doesnt even look at it, he just asks me if i have an id. i tell him no, he starts to say something, i jump in and 'kindly explain' that if he would look at the paper i handed him he would see it is a visitors pass, because I DONT HAVE MY ID!
and that is my story. i really am trying to not always be in a bad mood when i write. if i had wrote yesterday i would not have been, but maybe i just turn to this when i need someone to listen, and even though im sure no one reads this, i feel like maybe there is one person who is listening, even if it is the guy who does upkeep for the site or something.
well, here is to having a better day soon, though im liable to be stressed until next month on my appointment, september 2.
oh, and my 23rd birthday is friday. i work swing, and will not be doing anything except maybe sleeping the rest of the time. happy frickin birthday...lol. hey, 2 more years and my car insurance goes down.