Well, I've never been so miserable and been so commended on my accomplishments as such. My rater is talking about "fast-tracking" me to the next rank (Staff Sergeant), and I am trying to convey to him through facial expressions that I would rather gnaw my own leg off at the hip than stay in the Army another minute more than I have to. I guess some people just never get the feeling that there has to be more to life out there somewhere.
Keris came back from the States two with a vengeance, and we're working through it bit by bit. She's a tough kid, and smart, and I'm sure we'll all look back on this one day and laugh. Right now I'm too tired.
The thing that really sucks about being in charge of somebody is that they can make you look incredibly incompetent with very little effort. The plus side is when they make you look good... but for some reason I seem to have the office they want to stick all the soldiers with "issues" in. These people don't need a sergeant, they need a damn psychiatrist. Or a counselor, or the hell out of here, or something. I am SURE I am not getting paid enough for this.
Well, enough "poor me." This page never gets updated because the Army sucks all my life and all my time out of me. I have to struggle to have anything pleasant and nurturing left over for Keris. So I guess I never have anything amusing or constructive to say anymore. Oh well.