Thursday, 28 October 2010

In Germany

Currently sitting at Rammstein, waiting for my next flight, and then the next and then the next. Its not been too bad so far, just boring. My seating situation sucks. Middle seat on the right side of the plane. Cattle-car style. Doesn't help that the two guys on either side are both big, so that ain't great. They are both nice enough though. Next flight is 4 1/2 hours, and the last leg is supposed to be about the same length, The lines are the worst part. always in line, never in front. I miss my bubs. I hope she is good. Oh, do not EVER watch "the Back Up Plan" you will need eye/ear/mind bleach for days.

UPDATE: Stuck in Germany. No idea for how long. "Technical Issues"

Friday, 22 October 2010

I Live in the taxi cab blackhole.

I am writing this from my front porch. I should be not writing this, but instead getting violently drunk. However, since I apparently live in the Taxi Cab Black Hole (NASA is working on a study), I cannot meet my wife at the bar to get said violently drunk with our friends before I leave. What was supposed to be a nice little hey-you-get-an-extra-week-at-home-before-you-deploy party. But thanks to Yellow Cab, Red Top Cab, and White Top Cab, all being complete and utter jackasses who cannot get a cab to my house, which is on a main road, in a heavily populated area, 10 miles from Washington D.C.. So thanks and go fuck yourself cab companies, obviously your union sucks balls, and your people are horrendous. (Nothing on the drivers here, I generally like those guys, but since dispatch can't seem to locate my house, I can't go hang out with my wife and our friends) Glad to know that I will be able to get a ride to the airport when I leave this week. Fuck 'em.

Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Hurry up and...eff waiting, we are just not going to have a flight.

So, I was supposed to leave for Afghanistan in two hours. So, being the good little USG that I am, I went to the airport where my military-air flight was supposed to be leaving from. Well, no quite, young sir. Not only was no one at the AMC (Army Mobility Command), but, when I called the desk number, THERE WAS NO FUCKING FLIGHT SCHEDULED! I have my orders, I confirmed with the 5 shop in charge of this shit; my command paid for the fucking flight, and lo, behold the magnificence of nothingness. NO FUCKING FLIGHT! Not that it was canceled, or delayed, or just running behind schedule. There was no schedule, because the flight, never even existed! My wife is happy because we have another night together, but anyone who has deployed knows that the build up to getting onto that bird is tough. Especially when you have to say goodbye to the loved ones, and then oh wait, we totally fucked up your orders and even though everything is on signed and dotted paperwork, we just totally fucked you in your ass. Have fun trying to get there! KTHXBAI!

What a load. Allright people. Since I am not leaving tonight, I am getting drunk. Have fun. I will post pics as I can (If I ever get the fuck outta this country).