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So I go into work this morning, all bright and chippery (due to a good cup of coffee and some good tunes on the way in), and low and behold I have this E-mail sitting there from my mom that actually has my name in the subject.

Since my mom has a tendency to forward me (among about a trillian other lucky people) thirty jokes a day, seeing a personalized one is kind of a shock. So I open it up, and she had scanned in something that had arrived in the mail from the Navy.

Apparently, they gave me too much money when I got out, and so now they want two thousand dollars. In thirty days. Nice people, huh? So I call them up, and talk to a lady over there, and she pleasantly informs me that I'm a fuckstick for not realizing that they had overpaid me (you know, because I get out of the military all the time, so I should know exactly how its done by now), and now I worked her down to fifty dollar payments for the next three years.

This probably wouldn't bother me if it wasn't for the fact that I got out of the military a little under a year ago.

Well enough venting.. beware Uncle Sam.. he doesn't believe in vaseline when he handcuffs your wrists to your ankles.