Ugh. I'm still in Georgia. I've exhausted the possibilities here, as far as I'm concerned. Oddly, my employer casts a doubtful and frowning eye on genetic infantrymen wreaking havok here in the good ol' USA. I've been avoiding going out and really cutting loose; antisocial tendencies and solipsism make for some interesting encounters when mixed with bourbon. On the other side of the proverbial coin, I hear the gentlemens' clubs (ha, I like the term, it's a strip joint no matter how you slice it) in Charlotte are pretty sweet.
And, now, more waiting, as Washington, DC struggles to produce authorization for me to go home. The only thing worse than a medical-care bureacracy is a military medical-care bureaucracy. The lack of ability, dedication, and willingness to do anything extra that might be helpful is absolutely breathtaking. I've controlled both sarcasm and temper -those who are content to latch onto the lowest rung of mediocrity and then act as if they were something many-splendoured earn a special hatred in my black little heart. I spent some extra time here talking to the nice doctors after commenting that said group of performance-challenged fools should be killed posthaste to better the overall organization. Huh. Homicidal ideation is bad?
I require wormwood and my weapons. Now.
Well, fuck, I'm going to Hell, or am living in what passes for it:
Not exactly scooterdeath
And, now, more waiting, as Washington, DC struggles to produce authorization for me to go home. The only thing worse than a medical-care bureacracy is a military medical-care bureaucracy. The lack of ability, dedication, and willingness to do anything extra that might be helpful is absolutely breathtaking. I've controlled both sarcasm and temper -those who are content to latch onto the lowest rung of mediocrity and then act as if they were something many-splendoured earn a special hatred in my black little heart. I spent some extra time here talking to the nice doctors after commenting that said group of performance-challenged fools should be killed posthaste to better the overall organization. Huh. Homicidal ideation is bad?
I require wormwood and my weapons. Now.
Well, fuck, I'm going to Hell, or am living in what passes for it:
Not exactly scooterdeath