Tuesday morning, mandatory urinalysis testing with me being the meatgazer, enforcer of all that is good and honest about peeing into a cup without cheating;
Wednesday, the chow hall strikes again, resulting in more time spent in the latrine than the radiology area;
Thursday, get informed out of the blue that I have information related to a court-martial, and need to it turned in immediately, followed by an order for x-rays at the same moment I'm packing up to leave for training down south, resulting in being unable to get money for the trip, resulting in being effectively broke as the ATM machine at South Camp that I find out about upon arriving, and the local network will not recognize my laptop, needed for online classes, no matter what I do, and IT support won't be back until I'm back on the plane up north.
Tomorrow I have to swim in the ocean. I'm really hoping the current run of luck stops before that.
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It's good to know that someone else has those kind of weeks, too. Misery does love company, after all.
Here's hoping our luck turns!
When shit comes down, it does it in bunches, doesn't it?
Tam and Bob,
It worked out better than I thought it would. Not only did I not drown or get bitten, spined, or cut by the local wildlife, but I was not attacked by a single item of fecal material while in the water; and that last item is actually what makes it both a good and unusual day in the local water.
It's almost like they know you are overwhelmed and pile on.
The current lack of trouble is probably a diversion. They're waiting for you to relax.
Watch your six.
RF,
Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get me.....
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