Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Day #13.

I need to get away.


5 months ago, the prison at Fort Sill closed down. Most of the guards moved to other duty stations to work at other Army prisons. Only a handful of us remain here at Fort Sill to work at the unit. We are labeled as "surplus soldiers" and our purpose is to do whatever an NCO tells us.

Since I've been at this unit, I've worked with military police to help them man the gates for about 3 months. Now we are working at the unit, helping NCOs get tasks done. I've been appointed the Barracks NCO. I make a schedule for the barracks maintenance to get done, i.e. mowing grass, picking up trash, sweeping, etc.. I am not fond of this position, but I can do it. Today I have become the B.O.S.S. representative for our unit. Better Oppurtunities for Single Soldiers helps soldiers living in the barracks to go to events and other recreational activities at an affordable cost. So now it's my job to inform the soldiers (all 7 of 'em) about these events.

While at work, a female with a rank high above mine bitched that my nails were two-toned. In other words, females cannot have fingernails with pink and white. I asked what I could  get done, and she responded with what I couldn't  have done by reading off the regulation...

I'm currently taking Wellbutrin, and have recently been very sensitive, emotional, and irritable. When chemicals are floating through my body adjusting my emotions, I'm going to feel on edge. Unfortunately, I won't be able to go and get my nails done and will once again bite my natural nails until I get out of the Army. And all those other females in the military that I've seen getting their nails done will continue to do so without prohibition from their peers.

The acrylic removal will be long, painful, and annoying as fuck.

And the remainder of my time at Fort Sill will be agonizing.


165 days remaining.

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