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Mar 12, 2005 23:40

Work has gotten interesting. I say interesting, but I really mean "Shit."
Garrett, I was looking back at old jounral entries from tech school, and I'm surprised at my arrogance and naivete- I understand what you were talking about that one time. Forgive me.
I am a jaded troop. I don't really like my office, I don't really like my leadership. Officers can go take a flying leap. If it weren't for the fact that they make 250% more than I do, I wouldn't want to be one at all. I'm tired of the stupid-ass little butterbar bitch in my office. I'm tired of my spineless cmdr who won't fucking stand up to anyone. I'm tired of my useless vice who doesn't give a shit about the morale or attitude of his troops. I'm tired of the politics of my career field- but that's what my career is- politics. For the next 1.5 years, I don't even have a chance to get away from it, and I don't I'll cross train after that. I like what I do, writing for the paper, it's what I want to do witht he rest of my life, but I could do without feeling like a cog in a big propaganda machine. I mean I love my country, and my military, my flag, my Air Force, I'm not saying I don't.
I'm afriad to get out of the miltary, but I don't want to put up with this for the next 18 years. I don't want to throw away benfits and a retirement like this. My old man made the same mistake- I don't want to remake it. I think there's a little bit of this shit everywhere- i think in maintenance it's a different kind of bullshit. I know every job has it. I'm beginning to to get a little burnt out here,it reminds me a lot of when I wroked at DynaSplint.
I spent the day volunteering, and one of the girls there works in my orderly room, and I think she's got a thing for me. I know I could end up getting involved with her, but I'm not really attracted to her. I'm still trying to track down that girl who works out on the line. It's convenient, because I need to take pictures of her for the paper, so it gives me an excuse to keep in touch with her without seeming like a fucking bozo. I feel like I'm in high school with- a secret crush. -barfs-
I was checking out the job market inthe way of journalists- there's not mch of anything, and nothing in the vein I want. That's all well and good too, because I couldn't do a thing about it if it were the other way around.
I think I might look into freelance journalisms for one of the rags around Tucson, make a little extra money. I have to get my cmdr's approval for it, and she's such a huge drama queen, it probably won't happen.
I almost bought a Camaro the other day. I missed it by 10 minutes. Doh!
I finally almost had a conversation with my suitemate today, after sharing a fucking bathroom with the man for 6 months. I'm going to see if he wants to kick it tomorrow.
Since my sister left Greg, I was able to get my tools back, and they're burning a hole in my pocket. I'm going to get up tomorrow and work on my car. I've been looking forward to this for a long time. I'm really stoked.
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