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And they do it in such a derogatory way. "Is the Girl still with you?" "Dump the Girl off at the office and get your butt back here."
Things like that. True, they were talking on the phone and I shouldn't have been able to hear them, but they were talking LOUDLY and I could. Army Wankers.
So, today was the day I scheduled an appointment with SFC SMH. I arrived on time, walked up to Sgt. ButtNugget's desk and said hello.
"Miss DH? What are you doing here?"
"Someone is supposed to take me to base?"
"Oh, yeah. SFC SMH. Right. He's not here."
Half a minute of silence while I wait for him to elaborate. And wait. And wait.
"And he's not here because...?"
"Let me call him and find out where he's at."
That's when I notice Sgt. ButtNugget's little friend, who shall be known as Sgt. Henchman from here on out. I've seen him around before, always in uniform (even when Sgt. ButtNugget is in civvies because, and this is a direct quote from Sgt. ButtNugget, "I'm an E-7 and he's an E-5 so I get to tell him what to do." The E stands for enlisted as far as I can tell, and the numbers coincide with rank. DH will be an E-3 if that helps you understand just how much his life is going to suck) and always getting stuck with the crud assignments.
Like, say, ferrying the annoying spouse of a new private to the base so she can get her ID.
Sgt. ButtNugget hangs up from his ten second conversation with SFC SMH and turns to Sgt. Henchman. "Sgt. Henchman, what are you doing today?" He doesn't even wait for an answer. "Good. Good. I need you to take Miss DH to base for her ID. And while you're there, pick up the police reports."
Sgt. Henchman - "Ah, well, okay. Ma'am."
So we get in the car and start the twenty minute journey. And Sgt. Henchman attempts to impart his vast knowledge upon me. Let me sum it up for you.
Army doesn't seem to be real big on letting the women-folk have a vote.
My husband sold his soul for four years. I understand that. I don't like it, but I'll live with it. Which is how I managed to survive a two hour trip with the Low Man on the Totem Pole without telling him just where, how far, and at what velocity he could shove it.
I just keep repeating, "Think of the student loans. It's all for the student loans."
Someone is supposed to come by and pick up Frodo tonight. Please let someone come by and pick up Frodo tonight.
Bought a few new DVD's during my latest spending sprees. Mary Reilly, The Bride and Shadow of the Vampire to go along with Two Weeks Notice, 28 Days Later, Eight-Legged Freaks and Big Trouble in Little China that I bought last week.
I heard V: the series came out on DVD. Now I don't have to try to figure out how to get my VHS copies burnt on to CD any more. I just have to convince someone that I'm worth the forty bucks.
Things like that. True, they were talking on the phone and I shouldn't have been able to hear them, but they were talking LOUDLY and I could. Army Wankers.
So, today was the day I scheduled an appointment with SFC SMH. I arrived on time, walked up to Sgt. ButtNugget's desk and said hello.
"Miss DH? What are you doing here?"
"Someone is supposed to take me to base?"
"Oh, yeah. SFC SMH. Right. He's not here."
Half a minute of silence while I wait for him to elaborate. And wait. And wait.
"And he's not here because...?"
"Let me call him and find out where he's at."
That's when I notice Sgt. ButtNugget's little friend, who shall be known as Sgt. Henchman from here on out. I've seen him around before, always in uniform (even when Sgt. ButtNugget is in civvies because, and this is a direct quote from Sgt. ButtNugget, "I'm an E-7 and he's an E-5 so I get to tell him what to do." The E stands for enlisted as far as I can tell, and the numbers coincide with rank. DH will be an E-3 if that helps you understand just how much his life is going to suck) and always getting stuck with the crud assignments.
Like, say, ferrying the annoying spouse of a new private to the base so she can get her ID.
Sgt. ButtNugget hangs up from his ten second conversation with SFC SMH and turns to Sgt. Henchman. "Sgt. Henchman, what are you doing today?" He doesn't even wait for an answer. "Good. Good. I need you to take Miss DH to base for her ID. And while you're there, pick up the police reports."
Sgt. Henchman - "Ah, well, okay. Ma'am."
So we get in the car and start the twenty minute journey. And Sgt. Henchman attempts to impart his vast knowledge upon me. Let me sum it up for you.
- It's a bad idea to call DH's superior officers. Even though they say to call them if you need something. Don't. It makes DH look bad, because...
- When DH is up for promotion, they not only look at his job performance, they also look at "how well he keeps his wife and family in hand". (Obviously he knows nothing about what goes on in My household. DH does not keep me "in hand" and the one time he tried to tell me to do something as opposed to asking... well, let's just say that that mistake will never happen again.)
- If I need something, I should really contact Family Services because that's usually run by the Wife of the General (how come it's never the Husband of the General, BTW?) and she'll be able to help get things done faster.
- And I won't have to work at the store much longer. Cause I'm moving. News to me.
Army doesn't seem to be real big on letting the women-folk have a vote.
My husband sold his soul for four years. I understand that. I don't like it, but I'll live with it. Which is how I managed to survive a two hour trip with the Low Man on the Totem Pole without telling him just where, how far, and at what velocity he could shove it.
I just keep repeating, "Think of the student loans. It's all for the student loans."
Someone is supposed to come by and pick up Frodo tonight. Please let someone come by and pick up Frodo tonight.
Bought a few new DVD's during my latest spending sprees. Mary Reilly, The Bride and Shadow of the Vampire to go along with Two Weeks Notice, 28 Days Later, Eight-Legged Freaks and Big Trouble in Little China that I bought last week.
I heard V: the series came out on DVD. Now I don't have to try to figure out how to get my VHS copies burnt on to CD any more. I just have to convince someone that I'm worth the forty bucks.