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The One About Losing Time

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Time is the only thief we can’t get justice against.
~Astrid Alauda

Things are crazy around here. I’m busy getting my Navy Reserve Officer package together. I can’t believe the board meets in only two months. I have been working out but the last two weeks I haven’t… working late, dogs been sick and now I have a nasty sinus infection.

We have decided that Skah, our now 10-month-old Great Pyrenees puppy, might be deaf. B has mentioned it to me before but I just chalked it up to him being not only a typical puppy (puppies don’t listen to you), but also a typical Pyr… Pyrs are insanely smart but also incredibly independent.  They tend to hear you, but decide whether it’s worth it to them to listen to you.

So we will be taking him to a canine hearing specialist soon to do some hearing tests. I hope the tests come back that he’s just being a typical boy, typical puppy and typical Pyr all in one… just not listening. B wanted to get him because he wanted a guard dog. He doesn’t think that a deaf Pyr can guard (I know he can, but it’s convincing B since Skah will sleep though people coming into the house at the moment… but that can be just sacked out puppy, too).

We went to the Navy Recruiting District Michigan’s awards dinner/training this past weekend. I enjoyed the down time (no dogs, could take naps, etc). The dinner/awards was a total disaster. It took several hours just to get seated because they didn’t have a good plan in place.  Not everyone got the dinner they had requested (ran out of steak) and the cake slices that were on the table the whole time had a thin, hard layer on top from being exposed to the air for too long.

I didn’t go to the Spouses’ Meeting because A. I’m not a spouse or even engaged and B. All I’ve been told about it is that the wives rant and b*tch about how many hours their husbands work (yes, I know some recruiters are female and therefore there are male spouses, but I’ve only heard that the wives are the ranters and ravers).

You know what? I do hate how many hours they work and how crazy it is.  But at the end of the day, your boyfriend/husband/spouse is still there with you in bed at night. It might not be until 10 p.m. or even midnight some nights, but he’s still there at night.  So really, what is there to complain about?  These recruiters aren’t being deployed for months at a time… we get cuddle with them in bed every night.  Yeah, I didn’t go because I wouldn’t have been able to listen to all the witching.

Unfortunately, with all that downtime last weekend, I think my immune system took a rest too and let a sinus infection in. I woke up Saturday morning with a slightly sore throat and by the time I sat down at the awards dinner that night, I felt that ominous pressure creeping up my face toward my forehead and back down the other side.

It didn’t help that up-and-coming rap star Big Sean had a music video being shot at my place of work yesterday and I ended up being outside in the sleet/snow/cold for three hours before the shoot moved inside. That and working 14 hours with only a 30 minute break to let the dogs out to potty at night (nope, didn’t get a lunch break… ate while I worked) didn’t help matters any, either.

So now I’m home from work today and am not going to make it in at all. I feel like I could take a drill to my face and drain the sinus crap myself.  Kill. Me. Now.

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2 comments

  1. After my first couple of months on recruiting duty my wife swore I musta been cheating on her, “Nobody works that many hours!” she would say. 🙂

    I used to love the end of year conferences, when I was a Chief Recruiter I looked forward to the “spouses call”, due to our communication and great ombudsmen over the years I found them productive.


  2. Crazy times, indeed.
    I hope you feel better soon. Everything is so much harder when you’re sick.

    btw…I tagged you. Blog fodder if you want it!



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