Night Shift & Other Random Thoughts

I went to night shift 2 nights ago, and I find it incredibly difficult to sleep durring the day now. My body keeps saying, "Well tough luck, you should have slept last night, dumbass." The sun is bright. My neighbor keeps slamming his door. My work Walkie-Talkie keeps buzzing to life with information that doesn't regaurd me. My bladder is weak. There is a tractor working near-by that I swear has no lubrication on any of it's working parts. I suppose it's the price to pay to work at night, and do absolutely nothing for 12 hours straight.

Once again I missed being promoted to Sergeant. The promotion points came out last night for the month of May and I missed points by 3. Three fucking points! I kind of want to cry. I've missed promotion for 13 months in a row by less than a handful of points. Someday I'll get promoted to the next pay grade....

I work with another Jackie. She spells it wrong. Of course, the way I spell it is the right way because everything I do is right. She spells is J-A-Q-U-I-E. That's absurd and wrong. But she's really cool, so I'll let it slide. I thought having two Jackies in one work place would be too much Jackie for the universe to handle. So far, the universe seems to be holding up. Unless you count that catastrophic volcano in Iceland.

I was at the Combat Stress Center the other day. Actually, I was there a lot of other days. Don't worry, I have not flipped my lid and gone bat shit crazy. I had to go as a technicality. I thought it would be a total bummer to have to go to this clinic so many times in a row, but they have a mascot that made it worth it. Combat Stress Kitty lives there. She's a super friendly stray. A lot of the cats in Iraq are pure feral and evil. But not Combat Stress Kitty! She sat in my lap immediately and rubbed her little mouth all over me.

Combat Stress Kitty

Because of Combat Stress Kitty, I have a renewed desire to get of my 2 kitties back again. My soon-to-be-exhusband won custody of the boys in the soon-to-be-divorce. I'm an unfit cat mommy because of my career. It's hard to be single and have pets in the Army. I don't think they would understand the concept of rationing a years worth of food while I deploy. Just can't trust those cute little guys to do the math or to have self control. I miss them.

Lysol & Lemmywinks

I suppose I should attempt this whole sleeping during the day thing again. Sigh. I'm going to be a zombie by the time this night shift gig is over.