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I did it. I finally got Hidden Emotions Chapter 19 up.
Read. Review. Tell me I'm the suck. Whatever.
In other news: Army 1; Miah 2.
Oddly enough, when DH got up Monday, he discovered all the necessary paperwork for Power of Attorney and my insurance waiting for him. What a coincidence. (That would be my first point)
Then I called Sgt. First Class SligthlyMoreHelpful and said I had all the various bits of paperwork he said I would need. Now what? He told me to go to the base as a "Walk In" and sit around all afternoon until someone missed an appointment and then I might, possibly, get my ID.
Appointment, you say? You can schedule appointments? BTW - WTF is up with sending me out to base BY MYSELF? You guys have been stressing how important it is for one of you to escort me to base for the last month and suddenly it's all hunky-dory? I don't think so. If I have to suffer, so do you.
So, I asked for a phone number to make an appointment. And I pointed out that I don't want to drive on base, that I was told not to drive on base, and frankly I'm not looking forward to it. So Sgt. First Class SlightlyMoreHelpful gave me a number and said that if I get an appointment, he would take me.
My first clue should have been the "if".
Cause I called that number every hour for two days. No answer. I called SFC SMH and asked for another number. "No, that's the only one they have. You should try again tomorrow."
Again, should have been suspicious.
Today I had a brainstorm. The base has a Web Site. Suddenly, I was in possession of not one, but two numbers for the office I needed to call. Neither of which happened to be anywhere close to the number SFC SMH had given me.
Called SFC SMH and said that I now had an appointment, when did he want to meet me?
"You, umm... you got an appointment?"
Oh, yes. While there are some who might assume that SFC SMH had simply been passing out older, incorrect information, I am not one of them. I'm way to paranoid for that.
And, as I'm on the phone with SFC SMH, who ends up on another line but Sgt. ButtNugget. I could have sworn he wasn't talking to me anymore.
"Hey, meant to call you. Got ... uh, I mean I called and your number didn't work."
Cause that totally happens all the time. In Bizarro World. Do I look gullible?
"So, any word on Power of Attorney yet?"
"Actually, I have the fax in my hand. Along with my DEERS confirmation, a notarized copy of my marriage license and several other bits that I'm sure you would rather I didn't have in my possession. So, short answer, yes."
"I see that you called the other day. Heard you talked to SFC SMH."
"Yes. He's taking me to get my ID Tuesday." Totally implying that the new guy, at least, isn't a gigantic lying, incompetent twit like some others I could name.
"He is? Why? I mean, okay."
Ass.boss left us short-staffed to take another employee (and her personal trainer) to the casinos in K.C. She went with her boss and another employee whose birthday it wasn't.
I didn't realize gambling was an acceptable reason for skipping out of work. Stupid me.
Also had to attend a 401K meeting. Asked what I needed to do to roll over DH's 401K into whatever the Army has for stuff like that. Had to explain that DH _was_ an employee at the store and recently left for Basic.
401K adviser - "So, I guess that means you'll be leaving soon, too. Heh."
Me - *Stare of Death* "And you assume this because?"
401K adviser - "Yes. Well. We have paperwork for that. Your husband, I mean."
And, finally, PornoPete was back in the store today. I hate that man. Whenever he's in the store, it's my job to make sure he's not looking at porn on the public computers. Again. Also, he steals. We've busted him several times. Yet, he keeps coming back. Why?
Read. Review. Tell me I'm the suck. Whatever.
In other news: Army 1; Miah 2.
Oddly enough, when DH got up Monday, he discovered all the necessary paperwork for Power of Attorney and my insurance waiting for him. What a coincidence. (That would be my first point)
Then I called Sgt. First Class SligthlyMoreHelpful and said I had all the various bits of paperwork he said I would need. Now what? He told me to go to the base as a "Walk In" and sit around all afternoon until someone missed an appointment and then I might, possibly, get my ID.
Appointment, you say? You can schedule appointments? BTW - WTF is up with sending me out to base BY MYSELF? You guys have been stressing how important it is for one of you to escort me to base for the last month and suddenly it's all hunky-dory? I don't think so. If I have to suffer, so do you.
So, I asked for a phone number to make an appointment. And I pointed out that I don't want to drive on base, that I was told not to drive on base, and frankly I'm not looking forward to it. So Sgt. First Class SlightlyMoreHelpful gave me a number and said that if I get an appointment, he would take me.
My first clue should have been the "if".
Cause I called that number every hour for two days. No answer. I called SFC SMH and asked for another number. "No, that's the only one they have. You should try again tomorrow."
Again, should have been suspicious.
Today I had a brainstorm. The base has a Web Site. Suddenly, I was in possession of not one, but two numbers for the office I needed to call. Neither of which happened to be anywhere close to the number SFC SMH had given me.
Called SFC SMH and said that I now had an appointment, when did he want to meet me?
"You, umm... you got an appointment?"
Oh, yes. While there are some who might assume that SFC SMH had simply been passing out older, incorrect information, I am not one of them. I'm way to paranoid for that.
And, as I'm on the phone with SFC SMH, who ends up on another line but Sgt. ButtNugget. I could have sworn he wasn't talking to me anymore.
"Hey, meant to call you. Got ... uh, I mean I called and your number didn't work."
Cause that totally happens all the time. In Bizarro World. Do I look gullible?
"So, any word on Power of Attorney yet?"
"Actually, I have the fax in my hand. Along with my DEERS confirmation, a notarized copy of my marriage license and several other bits that I'm sure you would rather I didn't have in my possession. So, short answer, yes."
"I see that you called the other day. Heard you talked to SFC SMH."
"Yes. He's taking me to get my ID Tuesday." Totally implying that the new guy, at least, isn't a gigantic lying, incompetent twit like some others I could name.
"He is? Why? I mean, okay."
Ass.boss left us short-staffed to take another employee (and her personal trainer) to the casinos in K.C. She went with her boss and another employee whose birthday it wasn't.
I didn't realize gambling was an acceptable reason for skipping out of work. Stupid me.
Also had to attend a 401K meeting. Asked what I needed to do to roll over DH's 401K into whatever the Army has for stuff like that. Had to explain that DH _was_ an employee at the store and recently left for Basic.
401K adviser - "So, I guess that means you'll be leaving soon, too. Heh."
Me - *Stare of Death* "And you assume this because?"
401K adviser - "Yes. Well. We have paperwork for that. Your husband, I mean."
And, finally, PornoPete was back in the store today. I hate that man. Whenever he's in the store, it's my job to make sure he's not looking at porn on the public computers. Again. Also, he steals. We've busted him several times. Yet, he keeps coming back. Why?
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