So hard to say goodbye...nah not really!

Ok, so this will be my last post, the pods have cracked open and the new generation of squaters are taking over the colony. I have even been put back on (hiss hiss) day shift. I got an extra day off basically to adjust so that was a small but glorious reward for all the months of long hard shopping, surfing, blogging and picking my nose. That'll do blondie, That'll do...I'd like to continue to blog because I'm sure the insanity will be entirely too much for my little ol brain to hold in, and I will be jonesing for a keyboard to let loose on my unsuspecting co workers. Alas, I will have no computer to sit and happily pluck away my shift. Day shift never used to be so hard to accomplish nothing, it always came so easy. Now there's always someone nagging you for something. I decorated a christmas tree here for the incoming unit 1/2 in the spirit of the season, 1/2 to get out of the center of the Dantes Peak in the buttcrack of the middle east (our TOC). Ok so it was more like 60/40...hmmm ok ok 30/70. I already had the tree, so I low crawled across the street and did some covert extended borrowing from the neighboring units stash of christmas decorations. Since they had already put up their displays, we were doomed to leftovers to have a billy ray syrus christmas; redneck with a little touch of white trash. Suprisingly as classy as I am, I had no trouble whatsoever accomplishing this feat. One thing I noticed about the unit next door is they always seem to one up us on everything. We put our hand painted unit sign up in front of our building proud as a grubby little kids fingerpainting (after he eats the glue). So then up pops the air brushed graphic super sign mounted like a shrine to the top of their building. We got hand written butcher block paper briefing boards to scribble updates and they have a plasma screen television displaying the latest operations order, weather, and other irrelevant worthless Lieutenant Colonel induced, Major enforced and minion Captain executed crap. We have the great big bunker project (facing INTO the perimeter-can i get a constipated look from the crowd?) in front of our unit and they have potted plants and minions who sweep the freakin front porch about 500 times a day and the street too. We're in the F-in desert it has never, isn't, and never will be clean! Yeah if ever there was a more pointless job. Nothing says you are expendable like being sent out to sweep up the f-ing desert right? I noticed something the other day too, I watched both the commander and executive officer of that unit walk all the way over to our side to crap in our shitters too. Now I found that both interesting and slightly offensive. They apparently seem to think that they have show shitters kind of like how some people have those rooms with plastic on the couch that the kids aren't allowed to play in. So they come over and use ours so theirs will be available to impress visitors? Hmmm....Not suprisingly this unit is run by a woman. This explains why it looks good, smells good and generally appears more efficient. Ours smells like sewage, burnt popcorn with a slight hint of ass. I'm suprised the rats are still hanging around. They like our barracks too (go figure because that exudes more than just a hint of ass) apparently several people have opened wall lockers to find a couple of them congregating. Camel spiders are supposed to be scary but somehow I find Ratzilla who can walk up walls and upside down along ceiling fixtures breaking into wall lockers slightly more disturbing. Yeah I'm gonna miss this shit! Don't worry all, I will continue blogging once I return to the states and I will tell of travel adventures and reintegration into the Real World. love in IIKE (sorority stuff), La Capitana