Shattered Faith

I bumped my date up a few days. I’ll now be clearing here on the 20th, and departing for Baghdad on the 21st. Brandon informs me that he was told people Demobing now have priority – which if that’s the case is good news indeed. Unfortunately I didn’t know that Brandon doesn’t have any flights leaving for Baghdad from his post on Sundays. I spoke to him today and he said he’s going to leave Saturday then just miss the roll call the next day. That way we can (most likely) end up in Dubai together. Every plan we’ve had so far has been crushed by God, but I’m crossing my fingers.

I packed up two boxes worth of stuff that I’ll be shipping home probably tomorrow morning. I’ve also started to pack my bags. It’s starting to get a little full and I still have some more clothes and another load of laundry that will need to go in there. I’ll have to go through and throw away some stuff I don’t want or need anymore. Looking at you old socks. It’s nice to see my room becoming bare. I took a large 3 drawer plastic thing outside and put it next to the trash. I came outside with another load of garbage 20 minutes later and the thing was already snatched up by someone else. People waste no time whatsoever. I wonder if someone stole the running shoes I threw out. I wouldn’t be surprised.

It looks like I’m leaving just in time too. We just recently got bombarded with a lot of work. Over 100 headsets that need to be fixed, and yesterday two douchebags dropped off 50 Night Vision Goggles. I’ll do what I can but I’m not going to break my back here. I hope my foreman understands that I have short timers complex now. I really just don’t give a crap. It’s hot and this place sucks and I just want to go home. Tomorrow morning they’re taking away my sleeping chair to replace it with a new one. The problem is they don’t have a new one to replace it with yet, so now I’m assed out of my sleeping chair. I’ve grown increasingly fond of sleeping until at least 9 or 9:30 in the morning.