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| 12.21.04 (4:34 pm) [edit] |
So after all the hoopla and BS, today I finally go on terminal leave from the Marine Corps. Its been a long time coming. I guess I should feel happy. I have a good job, I won't have to deal with all the shit anymore, but somehow I feel very alone all of the sudden. Tomorrow I will wake up and never don a uniform again. I will no longer be part of a brotherhood that has been all I've known for years.
I shouldn't feel this way. Pretty much all I've received from the Marine Corps is a pile of shit. They shit on you, shit on you again and then shit on you once more for good luck. Why would I miss that? I can't answer that. But I will. I will be an outsider looking in. I used to have 154,000 brothers and sisters. Tomorrow I have one brother and two half sisters that I barely know.
I feel like my identity has been stripped from me. Everyone always called me Marine, Jarhead or some version thereof. Those names aren't fitting anymore. Worse yet, trust the Marine Corps to make you feel like you're leaving in disgrace. Not fit for duty. Of course it can't just be my choice to leave. Nor can they kick me out in a manner deserving of someone injured in the line of duty. Nope, they make you feel like shit on your way out. Like you let the Corps down. Its not my fucking fault my knees won't fucking work anymore. Why couldn't those stupid fucking doctors have just fixed my knees. Prolly for the same reason no one else can seem to do their fucking job right around here. Cuz they're fucking lazy!!
So thats the new challenge. Who am I? If I'm not a Marine, who am I? The answer is out there, I just need to figure it out.
For now, fuck the world. Leave me be. At least my dog doesn't care.
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| 12.15.04 (2:41 am) [edit] |
Here he is, in all his splendor. He should be glad I don't have the pics of his first bath. They put some air hoses in the tub so it was like a jacuzzi. It was really cute. Anywho, here is Ty Jaden. I won't post the last name cuz then I would have to beat off all the stalkers after his mom. LOL
He's got really long arms and legs. He's a couple weeks old here I think.
Julie and Ty. Look how small he is!! *update* he's up to almost 5 pounds now!! (he was born at 3 pounds even).
Me and Julie and Ty. I'm his token male influence. All the rest of his acquaintances are women. Isn't that scary? LOL
I'll post more pics as I get them.
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| 12.15.04 (2:33 am) [edit] |
Yup, once again I haven't posted in a week. Its been busy. I've spent more time in my car than anywhere else I think.
Anywho, Friday is my last day working as a Marine. Technically, I'm still "in" until feb 27th of 2005 but I will be on terminal leave. I start up my new job on Jan 3rd. Kind of nice cuz for two months I will be getting paid by my new job and the Marines.
Its a little weird to think Friday will be the last time I will wear a uniform. Granted, I am my own person but I truly identify myself as a Marine first and everything else second. It will be strange to not have that identity anymore. I'm excited about it though. These last years have truly soured me on the military anyways. I always held them to a higher standard, but it seems that shitballs make their way to even the highest ranks of all the services, including my beloved Corps.
I can grow a beard now. I don't think I want to, but its nice to know that I can. I don't have to get my haircut every fucking week. I can wait until I NEED one. What a fucking concept!! And no more being held back because I only have three stripes on my shoulders. That will be the nicest feeling. Its crappy to know you're smarter and more able than pretty much everyone you work with and then to be told to shut up, not cuz you're wrong but just cuz they can cuz they are a higher rank. I don't know if that makes sense. Anywho ...
Other life updates:
- Julie = the love of my life. Everyday I love her more. Everyday she looks just a little more beautiful than the day before. She's wicked gorgeous!! (inside joke, sorry)
- Shannon might get to bring Ty (her premie son) home this weekend. I went over her place on Tuesday to put together his cribdresser and help her rearrange her house. She said I can post the pictures I have. I'll have to get more though.
- Divorce is going well. Although, my dumbass lawyer had 2 weeks to write up my Separation Agreement and it still hasn't even been looked at yet!! I wanted to file on Monday and now she is on leave until Monday. Dumb Bitch!! Fucking up my universe!! Also, I have to navigate the maze of paperwork in order to get divorced. Its much easier just to kill your spouse. At least if you go to jail, it only eats up a couple years of your life :) JK
I think thats about it for now. And I leave you with the Tigger song.
The most wonderful thing about Tiggers
Cuz Tiggers are wonderful things
Their bodies are made out of rubber
Their tails are made out of string
They're bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy
Fun fun fun fun fun
And the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one
IIIIIIIIIII'm *who who who whoooo*
The only one!!!
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| Ribs |
| 12.08.04 (3:26 pm) [edit] |
I just got back from eating dinner. Julie, Steve and I went out for some ribs. Well, Steve and I had ribs anyways. They were very tasty. The service sucked monkey balls, but the beer was good and the ribs were tasty. I'm well aware that I already mentioned that. Did I mention that the ribs were good? LOL
I officially have my offer from CSC. The pay isn't what they promised, but its damn close. I'll take the job anyways. Whoo hoo!!
And now its beddie bye time. Its only like 8:30, but I'm tired. Later!!
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| 12.08.04 (2:35 am) [edit] |
Phew!! So much to say, here we go.
The Corps has fucked me over. The PEB found me fit for continued Naval service, but my re-enlistment was denied saying that I am medically unqualified. Turns out this happens a lot and it should be no big deal. The Physical Evaluation Board's cop out is that they only determine whether I have a disability or not. They say I don't have a disability. Now my command should process me for an Administrative Separation before my contract expires. My command, in typical useless fashion, says I should go get a lawyer. AKA they won't help me. So my contract will expire and there isn't any other option for me.
This segways into the job story. As I thought about checking out a machine gun and going postal on my unit, I got a call from CSC (the company I REALLY want to work for). They are going to meet my salary requirements AND pay me a signing bonus. With that news, I decided its just time to move on with my life. I will get out and take this job. I start on January 3 of 2005. That is pretty cool because for two months I will be getting paid by CSC and the Marines. Oh, I missed a part. I will taking my remaining leave (72 days) which makes Friday Dec 17th my last day. Ironically, its also Julie's retirement ceremony. So things worked out alright in the end.
Last weekend, I took Julie out to a Bed and Breakfast in the Shenandoah Valley. It was a GORGEOUS place. We stayed in a little cabin with wood floors, nice big bed, hot tub and paintings, photography and sculpture all over the place. And she (the innkeepers wife) was VERY good. We bought a couple of her mugs. She made her own mugs. Its nice cuz they are not quite the same. Subtle differences in size and shape serve to remind you that they were indeed hand made. Pretty cool.
We also went to Luray Caverns, since we got free tickets. Here's the funny story for the post. As we are walking through the caves, I smell this putrid, awful smell. It was like cigarettes and body odor. BAD body odor. Like, I've spent two months in the field without a shower and never smelled that bad. Julie and tried everything to get away from this guy, but wherever you went, you could smell him. It almost made me gag a couple of times. We were gasping for air when we finally got out of the caves. Then, we did a maze. It was one of those mazes made from big ol' bushes. We had a blast. We decided every dead end was equal to a red light, which means we have to kiss. Yes, we kiss at EVERY red light. It took us about a half hour but we had fun.
I also closed on my house. Yesterday, I checked my checking account to see a balance of about $35,000. Thats enough to give you a heart attack!! In honor of this, I bought myself a box of cigars. La Flour Dominicana. Very tasty!!
I think thats it for now. Prolly not, but fingers hurt from all this typing!! LOL
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