Freak Out

This morning at work, my lieutenant (who has returned to the office) was freaking out about some stupid bullshit.
Basically, I worked my ass off on a media visit, getting the proper waivers, informing the chain-of-command, etc. It took about three full days of chaos. I was really doing her job. This morning (today the media comes) she got an email from the commanding officer saying we "dropped the ball" on the whole project, blah blah. So she freaks out and says "why does everyone have to get thier panties in a bunch over this?!?" Okay, ma'am, in fact, you are the only female involved in this project, and coincidentally the only one getting her panties in a bunch. It was wierd and I felt quite uncomfortable. Of course, all I said was everything was going to be okay and we did everything we were supposed to. I wonder if she realizes the fact that I have experience in this sort of thing, and she doesn't.
On CNN right now, they're showing footage of George Michael smoking reefer and talking about why he likes it. Marijuana ... sweet leaf of the ages! I don't really listen to any of George Michaels work, but now I know it's all drugged up and I want to hear it!!
I spoke with Joe last night. We talked briefly about blogs, mail, pottery and weapons. Although Ihaven't been in "close" contact with Joe for about five years now, I still feel a strong connection with him. He's living my dream, teaching ceramics to kids, and I'm super jealous. Joe, if you're reading this, let's trade places, k?
Life in the Marine Corps has it's ups and downs. I feel fortunate to have money, a place to live, insurance, vehicles and all the grown up stuff, but I hope when I'm done with this gig, I can digress a little and have to struggle a bit. I'm looking forward to working construction or something. Hard labor to harden the mind.
My boss just called and she's getting some McDonald's. yes! I asked for a breakfast number one with coffee. Hard nourishment to harden the stomach.
Happy Halloween!!