Goddammitall..

Just when ya think a day can't possibly get any worse, right?

This morning didn't even give me that usual "wait till you get to work" time period to start sucking..I woke to the sound of my kitchenmate doing laundry and showering.

On a room inspection day.

Most likely result?
Laundry in washer/dryer + Wet floor + Gear adrift (shampoo, soap, etc) = INSPECTION FAILURE. Victim: ME.

The worst part? HE KNOWS THIS. I spent 3 fucking days the last time this happened drilling the point home that his shit can still fall on me when I get a room inspection, which happens EVERY GODDAMNED THURSDAY.

That'll be my second one....one more, and they're throwing me OUT of those barracks AND slapping me with a "misuse of government property" charge.

And surprisingly enough, that's the LEAST of things on my mind right now.

I had to come to a rather harsh realization last night: Between the complete lack of any hotel vacancies in a 50-mile radius with rooms for under $150/night and a stupidly self-induced fund shortage, I may have to cancel my plans to go visit Anher, Stryck, and Drewtiggy this weekend. I can afford either to MAKE the trip, or have somewhere to STAY for the trip...just not both at the same time.

..I -so- don't need this...

Crisis averted?

Quite possibly. My chief came by earlier reading my last LJ entry, and noticed my remarks about the barracks...his suggestion? High-tail it back over there and see if there was anything he left screwed up.

And boy did he ever. On top of leaving the bathroom a bit of a mess and his laundry in the washer, I also found the sink full of soap suds! While there wasn't anything I could do about the laundry, I was able to get the rest of it taken care of...one hit's better than 3.

After that, I came back here and resumed my apparently futile search for a hotel room. Then, the new guy to the workshop, who just came from the Norfolk/VA Beach area, suggested I try to get a room at the "per diem" barracks for the weekend. He had the number for the place on him already, and apparently the rooms gave EXTREMELY good rates.

-----RAKESMACK----- (for those unfamiliar with the gag, this is where I pull a rake out of thin air, drop it on the ground, and slam my foot down on it, bringing the handle straight up into my face, apparently with the hope of it jarring a few brain cells into place. Done for visual effect and comedic purposes only.)

Well, in any case, I'm certainly looking at this with a bit more hope than I was this morning.

I just hope it holds out.