NNNNGRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!!!

...You know, if I didn't consider milady worth everything I put up with being here, I'd NEVER have chosen orders to this hell hole...today has single handedly gone further into Hell than even Hell itself has. Satan is looking at the floor of his living room and wondering where that new 800-mile deep crevice came from...well, I'll tell you right now, my day today is another mile and a half further down from the bottom of that crevice, buried in the deepest depths of oblivion where it belongs.

It started off badly enough: No sleep. LITERALLY. I go to bed at 12:30 last night, toss, turn, feel like I'm just about to nod off...and my fucking alarm goes off.

But comparatively that was nothing. I got to work at 7:15...5 minutes too late to avoid a "you're late" ass-chewing. Why? Simple: My engine wouldn't start. The engine on the car whose temp plates expired today.

So I'm figuring "Fuck it, I'll work the day, get out at 4, and go get my permanent plates."
Not happening. At 3:55 we get a piece of gear in in "X-Rep" class...which bluntly translates as "You don't go home until you get this fixed. PERIOD."

Know what time I finally got home tonight? EIGHT THIRTY. I missed Yu-Gi-Oh, dinner, and above all that shit, the dealership that has my plates closed.

No problem, go tomorrow and get my plates, right? HOW!? As of now my car is not street legal, and the cops around here are BEYOND anal about it. I even THINK about driving that thing and I'll be looking at suspiscion of car theft, not to mention a guaranteed arrest for driving with expired tags. So now I gotta talk someone in my shop to take me 35 miles off base to get fucking tags...and guess what? I guarantee not a single damned one of them will do it for one simple reason: They hate me. Why? I haven't the slightest fucking clue...all I know is the entire hangar thinks I'm shit and wouldn't even put forth the effort to kick my ass because they wouldn't think I'd be worth the scuff marks on their boots.

So yeah, I get stuck working for-fucking-EVER on a stupid little piece of shit that we finally found out WASN'T BROKEN AT ALL, and because of it, I'm in all but the literal sense without a car again.

...That's it. Now I suggest you get the hell out of here...I'm not exactly in a friendly attitude at the moment...

...

Okay, first off I'd just like to say one thing reall quick...

I'm sorry. I was a complete asshole last night, and I apologize to any of my friends who I offended...

Anyway, I just felt a need to cool off after all the shit that happened last night passed...a friend of mine gave me a lift to get my plates, and even though they weren't in yet, I still got new temps, so I'm set there at least..also, the piece of gear that we were told we couldn't leave until we'd fixed it...well, we ordered some parts for it last night (which were actually for something else...sneaky way to get home, but you know what? I DON'T CARE!)...anywho, we got it fixed today, so it won't be bothering me anymore.

I also have to give a huge case of the Deuces Up to my shop supervisor, who looked at one of my co-workers who was trying to stick me with working this weekend because it was a Reserve Drill Weekend (basically, during those "2 weekends a month" when the Reservists are here training, we're here with them if any work in our area.) and told him (because we don't have any working in our area) to shut the hell up and that I was free for the weekend.

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Well, anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm feeling a lot better now.

That's it.