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so...update:
sgt lubas has apparently convinced my entire chain of command (no doubt with help from my direct supervisors the mtls) that i am an exemplary troop, a good airman with great potential. so they decided not to discharge me, and without my putting far more effort than i prefer to exert into it, that's the way it's gonna be. now then, i'll no longer be going to 2e2, because keesler afb (where 2e2s train) is now lake keesler. only ten percent of the buildings remain standing after the hurricane, and much of the surrounding area is still flooded. new orleans (very close by) is still underwater as far as i've heard. so everyone going to keesler and most of the people from there are being reclassed and/or reassigned. that means i have to resubmit all of my paperwork and put in for a new job. hoorah, hua and right on. so now i get to put in for a new job, and i refuse to put down anything longer than eight-ten weeks, because i'm really sick of being a tech school airman. ten months so far, and looking at several more.
on top of all of that, i met a girl that i click with extremely well. a little too well. she seems to be afraid of becoming to attached, only for my paperwork to go through and for me to have to leave her behind, which has happened once before to her already. that really fucking sucks, because she really is one of the few girls i have had such strong, nearly overwhelming feelings for after getting insight into her personality. fucking a, but anyway, that brings of the number of times being shot down to about twelve here on goodfellow, though i admit that only three so far have actually hurt, because those are the only three that i felt i connected/connect with. the only three i could foresee emotions strengthening for. fuck it: i've resigned myself to the fact that i'll be alone for an excessively long time.
ttfn, and i'll keep updates flowing on my whole sitch.
laters
sgt lubas has apparently convinced my entire chain of command (no doubt with help from my direct supervisors the mtls) that i am an exemplary troop, a good airman with great potential. so they decided not to discharge me, and without my putting far more effort than i prefer to exert into it, that's the way it's gonna be. now then, i'll no longer be going to 2e2, because keesler afb (where 2e2s train) is now lake keesler. only ten percent of the buildings remain standing after the hurricane, and much of the surrounding area is still flooded. new orleans (very close by) is still underwater as far as i've heard. so everyone going to keesler and most of the people from there are being reclassed and/or reassigned. that means i have to resubmit all of my paperwork and put in for a new job. hoorah, hua and right on. so now i get to put in for a new job, and i refuse to put down anything longer than eight-ten weeks, because i'm really sick of being a tech school airman. ten months so far, and looking at several more.
on top of all of that, i met a girl that i click with extremely well. a little too well. she seems to be afraid of becoming to attached, only for my paperwork to go through and for me to have to leave her behind, which has happened once before to her already. that really fucking sucks, because she really is one of the few girls i have had such strong, nearly overwhelming feelings for after getting insight into her personality. fucking a, but anyway, that brings of the number of times being shot down to about twelve here on goodfellow, though i admit that only three so far have actually hurt, because those are the only three that i felt i connected/connect with. the only three i could foresee emotions strengthening for. fuck it: i've resigned myself to the fact that i'll be alone for an excessively long time.
ttfn, and i'll keep updates flowing on my whole sitch.
laters