Today was yet another fun day in the military of tradoc.
after a quiz and a graded practical event (passed both) dealing with post transfusion reaction investigations, we got to stay late and move out of our rooms at an hourapos;s notice.
and by we, I mean all of the prior service in my building.
now, most of us have rooms in another, much more run down building, with slightly larger rooms and more people in them. With communal showers instead of personal. Gotta love that black mold, too.
and the best part is.... Itapos;s a mile and a half away from the company area where we work and do PT every morning. Instead of half a block. And everyone was forced to move down there, car and transportation or no.
lovely day, this was.
so now, all my gear - military and otherwise - is at my currently rented house, where I plan to stay instead of at above room.
hello, gym showers less than half a block from my old barracks. Iapos;ll be seeing you in the mornings after PT to change and shower. Screw walking a mile and a half for communal showers, when theyapos;re right here.
I really bloody love tradoc. Just enough to want to throttle it. With absolutely no mercy. Until I canapos;t hear it anymore and the body of tradoc washes out to sea, never again to be seen by the self.
Lord, I canapos;t wait to get out of here.
bandicoote, bandicoots, bandicoots adaptations, bandicoots diet.
