Don't You Forget About Me

[freckled_lily]

After four days, Thomas is finally allowed in the house (only because dad needed to clean out the garage). I'll have to endure the stench of the cat box for a while, but it's sure as hell worth seeing the little furball mixed up in my bed sheets

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[ubiquitouspitt]

LOL - I used to want to join the airforce when I was in highschool.

Look, the secret to getting a job is to dress as sharply as possible and bug the ever living piss out of the manager. Go in once a week (for three weeks max - then give up) and ask to see the manager, specifically. Shake their hand - nice and confident and look them in the eye. Smile. (Try not to look sinister as you do it).

[freckled_lily]

I don't think I want to join so much, anymore. There's hardly any respect for the military in this country--again, media swapping the lives of men overseas for coverage of MJ.

Haha! That's exactly what my mom tells me...

[ubiquitouspitt]

Yeah, but you wouldn't be joining for respect, would you?

I never joined because I wanted to be a pilot and, at the time, my vision was too poor and they wouldn't accept people with laser-corrected vision. It's different now.

But I'm glad I didn't join. If I were in the military now I would be compromising my moral code by taking part in some of the operations we are undertaking - this is not me passing judgment on anyone involved in these operations: I respect and admire our soldiers and sailors. But I know I couldn't serve in good conscience.

Also, I would be in the brig constantly because I have a natural tendency to rebel against almost all authority figures |: )

[freckled_lily]

No, you're right; I had thought to join so as to serve my country, but I really don't feel that this is my country anymore.

You mean water-boarding? I thought it was the CIA that was mixed up in that bloody mess? Ah well. All I know is that my brother is usually out performing communications related tasks, otherwise escorting men here and there. The key is to score high on the ASVAB test (which you shouldn't have a problem with) so you won't end up being involved in said operations--which are usually reserved for pea-brained grunts. :P

I'm with you there...once I would finish up a sardonic battle with my CO, I'd secretly bawl in a corner somewhere due in part to my phobia of being yelled at. >.>