04 SEP -- 0832.
Here I am at the good old Food Court. By now I want to call it my Aux Office, but I don't have a Main Office; so such nomenclature would be silly. I am rarely above being silly, but that is not the particular brand of silly that I am about. For now I will read about a Journey Into the Mind of an Islamic Terrorist.
You would not believe what some people here eat at 8:30 in the morning. A Mac Donald's cheeseburger? A big pile of Chinese orange chicken?? Look, that might sound good as you read this, but just you try entertaining the idea, let alone getting a whiff of it at 8:30AM.
I can't sit here any more---
[Later in the day; a summary of the rest of the day's events]
So I tried to find the gym. And failed.
So I came back up with the intension of giving # 1 a call. On the way to the office, I saw the Colonel for whom we work (well, # 1 works for him, # 2 here just reports to him). I asked him if he had seen Jeff (#1). He said that Jeff was on leave. Uh, okay... that was good notice -- wait, it gets better.
So the Col then turns to another LCDR who works for him (we'll call him FACE since that is his callsign) and says, "I am sure Jeff turned over to you Linda's situation and you are going to take her around and work with her to take care of it, right?"
"Oh, yeah, right," FACE says affably, but obviously this was the first he was hearing about it.
Anyway, no harm no foul - YET. So we all go into the office and I sit in on a little discussion we all are having with someone from a different part of the staff to talk about who does what and what we can do for each other... (details unimportant).
After the meeting, I decide that I will call the lady (Ms. Lara) in the security office to check on my situation. I ask her if this is an okay time to discuss my situation with her. She tells me that no, it is not okay because I had an appointment with her at 0900 and it is now 0930, so I will have to talk to my MILSEC to reschedule.
Great, huh? I told you it got better.
Man, I was sooooo pissed I was nearly shaking - kind of a foolishly hyperemotional way to feel in retrospect, but what can I tell you?
So, I marched myself down to the MILSEC, and attempted to sort out the miscommunication. When they heard that I missed my appointment, they looked at me with dread.
Later on, Face and I went back to the Security office and he had a run in with the lovely Ms. Lara herself. Shall we say they had a Face to face conversation? Hmmm? She made him so incensed, that eventually he just walked out on her. From there we went back to the MILSEC to see what they had to say. We were just trying to get a feel for the timeline when I would be fully cleared to do the job I had been detailed to do here.
At the MILSEC's office they said, "you went and TALKED to HER?" and they abjectly apologized for her behavior. It was as if we had reached into the oven to remove a pan and gotten burned. There was nothing these women could do about it, but we should have used oven mitts. Th ladies in the MILSEC office are the oven mitts for dealing with Lara the Troll bitch from hell.
She only does briefings in the mornings, so I couldn't get an appointment for this afternoon.
Tomorrow at 0900. 0900. Got it?!
We shall see how long it takes to be able to flush that day from my memory.
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