I'll keep it all short.
Has graduated the Air Force basic training and is now an Airman.
We're quite proud of her, but she'll be gone pretty much all the time, and won't ever be able to tell us where she is or what she's doing. Quite a nerve racking thought, but I'm sure she'll be fine. ... Please?
Great news: I HAS INTERNET!
And it only took 2 months of constant phonecalls to find a provider who would even try to set up out past the north side of town, and then a month and a half of delay before the technician actually got out here. BUT 3 and a half months, 21 foot of galvanized pipe, 80 pounds of concrete, 3 guylines, and a reception dish... thingy... I HAS INTERNET!!!! Pretty dang good internet too, at a whooping 8 mb/s. 10 times the speed of what I previously had been on.
Not so great news: I am having a slightly difficult time with the depression bit, especially with the medication I'm on now. The short end of it; my body was not doing too great without the meds, and now with the meds, it does ok; I'm not usually passing out, trembling, and forgetting everything, as long as I take them. But if I forget the meds even for one day it is very not great and takes several days to recover. I could sit here and tell you the specifics, except that I can't. The doctor was going to explain it all to me, and see how the meds have been working, but they had to cancel the appointment and rescheduling has been a pain, to say the least. All I know is that it's something about the adrenal gland, and it sucks.
Irrelevant news: I am quite unhappy with my current job. If it wasn't for the abusive management, I would be wishing I'd stayed at Casserole. I loved my job there. Here, I am constantly confused about everything, and when I have it all figured out, all three of my bosses start doing 3 entirely different jobs at the same time and I have to figure out all of them, get the loads out as fast as possible, AND ensure that every individual piece shown on the shipping statement is actually on the load. It's not exciting, it's just confusing and stressful. Casserole, I knew exactly what I was doing, and the only needed input from the warehouse manager was what the weeks quota will be, and I'd take care of the rest, regardless of how many people North packing could spare for South packing. I miss it very much. But not the part where the office management was abusing their ability to fire workers without a moments notice whenever they pleased, and then hang it above the rest of our heads like a guillotine blade. Not that part.
So I thought 'Hey, maybe I could join one of the forces too! That would likely be a job I'd love (especially combat engineers. Looks SO COOL!)' And checked into it. And of course 'all defects of the adrenal gland' disqualify you for service.
BUT mich made it, and that in itself is awesome to the point that the rest of the journal is irrelevant!