I was reading an email about a former classmate who passed away in 2007 and was only just reported to the AOG. Aside from the sad news of his passing, it was interesting to note that of the 20 or so classmates and one underclassman in the email, I was one of 3 who hadn’t made Lt Col. I know, I know, I’ve got to get over this. It’s just that stupid things like that have a way of hitting me in the gut all over again, you know? I think I would be a good Air Force leader; the AF disagrees, and the House always wins in this kind of disagreement.
Just like the last few years, I’ve not really thought about my taxes until someone mentioned that W-2s came out a few weeks back. That got me wanting to start on mine right away. I wound up spending some time at work downloading docs I need for taxes and then about 3 hours working back in my room. As much as I’d like to finish and get my refund on the way, I have to wait because 1) I won’t finish funding my Roth IRA until Monday and 2) I think our large mutual fund losses might have been reported as a wash sale. I need to call the investment company tomorrow and see if I can get to the bottom of #2.
That’s half a joke, of course because I started out spending 2 hours working on the aircraft that didn’t come in due to the snowstorm in the US. Then I put in 3 hours on one Master’s paper and about 4 on Entourage. Every time I re-watch the old episodes I remember how much I love that show. Now I’m working on paper #2, after which I’ll have only 4 left by Friday. I can’t wait!
Today I was starting to feel like I was getting the hang of things, and then of course everything piled up on me. I’m in a spot where the guy I’m replacing is very well known, universally liked and a native Spanish speaker to boot. I know I can do this job, I know I can probably do it well after I have some time to learn what I need to do, it’s just tough knowing I’ll spend the next few weeks at least saying “he’s not here any more, sorry.” I also plan to not answer the phone the next 6 months unless it’s a recognized embassy contact. I really don’t care to meet any of his previous girlfriends. Like with E, I don’t think the fact that I’m not home has really sunk in. I’ve been far too busy to think about home much and far too tired at night to stay up much past dinner time. We both feel like it will hit this weekend when I’m home all day; we’ll see starting tomorrow 🙂
Here I am in my room after a long day of work. I probably dont need to go into everything, but I will say that it took a lot more work than it should have to help Colombia send some humanitarian aid to Haiti. In the end I think the stuff will get there, but it seems like it shouldn’t have been so much trouble. Time to relax by starting on the five masters papers I have left. Yay!
Day two of the I-should-be-in-Colombia-but-I’m-not saga. Besides me coming all the way down with a cold and not sleeping well, everyone is still a little weird because I was supposed to be gone and I’m not. Like E said, how can she miss me if I won’t leave?
Well I was going to once again resurrect my blog with a photo-a-day from my six-month deployment to Colombia, but due to a flight delay I won’t be leaving home today. It’s weird because of course I don’t want to leave my family for six months and E doesn’t want me to leave, but we got ourselves geared up for it so could I please just leave already? Nope, not until Sunday at the earliest. Here’s a photo anyway just to see how it works.
Just to show it’s not all bitterness and complaining, I offer you this video that I found on the USAF site. I ‘ve been trying to locate the full version to use in briefings, etc but can’t find anything bigger than their grainy one. It still gives me chills every time I see it.
One of my pet peeves is wearing diapers because someone else peed their pants. You know what I mean: an organization institutes a policy without guidance or consent of their leadership because they’re tired of dealing with the small percentage of fools who can’t do things right. I just came back from one of those. I’m trying to pay the USAF some money I owe them. First off, they can’t get it out of my paycheck, which is confusing to me because they’ve sucked money out in the past with no problems. So, I follow the rules. I’m supposed to go to the finance office to obtain some sort of code that says it’s ok to payback money. Let me interject here that I will never, ever, require a code from anyone who wishes to give me cash. Then I’m supposed to take this magic code 15 feet away to the cashier’s cage to pay my money. Recently, the cashier’s cage people changed their hours so that they could stop working 12-hour days. I’m down with that, but the change I don’t like is that they’re closed during lunch when most military people try to run errands. Hey, no big […]
After more than 15 years I’m starting to get the first signs of a major relationship problem. Not with e, thankfully, we’re doing just fine. I’m talking about the Air Force. I’ve been in a committed relationship, you might say, for nearly 16 years now. In fact, I don’t have the option of trying to leave until 2013. The Air Force, on the other hand, has no such obligation to me. It demonstrated as much by letting me know that I wasn’t worth promoting to lieutenant colonel this time around. Being passed over puts me in the bottom 25% of the 1,000+ majors who were up for promotion in this board. It also means that if I’m not selected next year then the AF will have a second board to decide if it’s worth keeping me around. A lot of pilots get what’s called selective continuation each time they get passed over, but there’s no guarantee. Without being continued, I’ll be unceremoniously asked to leave the Air Force within six months of the decision to pass me over. Wow. That’s a hard blow to me. I’ve been wearing an Air Force uniform since I was fifteen years old. Granted, the […]