Working 7 days a week makes you lose sense of what day it is. Elizabethtown KY is a generally deadbeat place during the week, so going to eat dinner on Friday night, when I thought it was Tuesday was a lovely treat. I feel like this atmosphere is aging me a bit though being that waiting 10-15 minutes for a table annoyed me. I guess falling into a monotonous schedule will do that too you.
Eating habits have not gotten any better, after shamefully stuffing my face at a $6.99 pizza buffet soaked in my own tears with one of my girlfriends yesterday.
I did, however, have the lovely privelege of going out to the Landing Zone last night (the post bar that attracts a wide variety of people). I have seen more unflattering spandex dresses, sparkly cowboy boots, and affliction t-shirts than any one girl should be exposed to at one time, its ok though..there are good people everywhere. Nevertheless, I went with a group of people that I thoroughly enjoyed myself with. The funny thing about this job is that you work with people regardless of age and background. Never would I have expected to hang out with middle aged men, and actually find interesting things to talk about. It's almost like going out in college, plus or minus a few children, divorces, and laugh lines. It's the best of both worlds, they can live vicariously through me by streaming a wealth of knowledge into my primative brain, and I can through them by looking at pictures and listening to classic stories about their children's sporting events. People love to talk about themselves, and I don't mind listening. I think if somebody thinks I'm cool enough to expand about their personal lives, than I should find it a privelege to be the one to listen. A few months ago I would have, honestly, been creeped out talking to older people at a bar as bad as that sounds. That doesn't negate being ACTUALLY creeped on in a bar though. Last night one of my girlfriends was being absolutely harrassed my a 30 year old woman with braces, who, undoubtebly was a lesbian (evident by the fact that she was a foot away from my friends face, slobbering over how gorgeous she was). One of the drill sergeats finally stepped in and told her to back off by saying something like "Sorry ma'am, she's not available..but THIS ONE (poining at me) is". What the heck?!? So she turned to me and said OoOoo you're gorgeous too...um thanks?? So my mind started ticking as to how to respond to the relatively awkward situation, and I finally decided to outplay her in her very forewardly lesbian little game. So I growled at her. Success, I scared her and she walked away. Check that one off the bucket list, out lesbianing a lesbian. We went home after that. Weird ugh.
I have completely finished all of my work for Alpha Co's cycle at this point. My work day includes occupying a desk for 12 hours with my counterpart, a 43 year old Special Forces Master Sergeant who is awesome. Ever since we've finished, we have a long debate just about every day. So far we've covered global warming, religion, government, the economy, finances, and our life plans. Granted his are a little bit more established than mine. At least I get to work with someone who is not only interesting, but can stand to have his opinion argued without getting angry or catching an attitude. We agree about half the time. Less than a week left in Alpha Co, after that it's off to Golf Co to be a Squad Tactical Officer where it starts all over.
Go get 'em lesbo
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