Shattered Faith

Shortly after lunch the other day we had two vehicles come in complaining that their radios weren’t working correctly. So I picked the Humvee and got to work. The bottom radio would not let you key it to talk. I could not figure out the problem for the life of me. I was replacing cables left and right, and mind you a lot of these cables required me to completelt remove the radio system so I could get to the back. It takes time and effort and I frankly do not enjoy it. To add insult to injury these soldiers had crap absolutely everywhere in the vehicle. Common courtesy would be to clean the fucking thing first. So I just started throwing their stuff around if it was in my way. About two and a half hours later I find the culprit. One of them decided to make some contraption to play music and hooked it to the headset system. This contraption was keying the whole system, meaning nothing else could key the radio to talk out. Lovely. Working on these convoys is the worst part of this job. I didn’t think I would be doing this too – it wasn’t in the job description. Oh well. Hopefully we wont have a lot more before it’s time for me to leave.

We had two people quit and go home recently, so they replaced them with two dudes who worked at the calibration shop. The fat guy apparently wasn’t pleased and decided to quit the next day. The other guy decided to stay unfortunately. I have the habit of not liking people initially, but this guy really does seem like a douche. I guess I was on the defensive at first for fear that he would decide to work in my office. I’ve grown accustomed and quit fond of working alone. The first day at work I was on the computer and he walks up to me with his hand open… and says nothing. Well what man! What the hell do you want? Apparently he wanted the keys to my office. My fucking mindreading must of been off that day – maybe it was too early in the morning. Later on our foreman told him he could have priority on the computer to fill out some forms for the security department. He turns to me and says “Ha! Hear that! I have priority on the computer”. Like I give a God Damn.. what was the point of saying something like that? So yeah, I don’t like him. He doesn’t have a security clearance so he can’t come into my office. He’s working on power supplies right now since the original tech was one that left. Hopefully he can stay in there so I can hate him from a distance.

9 weeks people. 9 weeks.

I’ve been looking at some apartments online in preparation for my eventual move. There’s a place that seems decent enough for about $750 for a two bedroom, two bath. unfortunately unless my sister can contribute to the rent somewhat I wouldn’t be able to afford it. With any other monthly expenses I would be spending more than the GI Bill would be giving me, and that’s not a thought I’m too keen on. Hopefully we can work something out. I really couldn’t find anything cheaper than that that’s not in some shit area downtown. Although speaking of shit downtown, I did find a foreclosure for $19,000. Hhhmmmm.