Military Spouse Rant

Lance was supposed to be flying today.

So when my cellphone beeped to alert me to a text message, I hoped it was Paula.

Nope. It was Lance.

Jet broke. Flight cancelled.

This means that it'll be at least another week until he comes home. We were looking at a week from Friday at the earliest - 9 days from now.

Now it will be a week after that, at the earliest.

I feel like I can't complain. Other military spouses have it so much worse. They have to deal with longer deployments. Most don't have the luxury of daily communication.

But still, this sucks. I'm running out of ways to kill time, and with the start date of my job probably being set back again, I'm looking at another long week of nothing to do stretching out before me next week.

And Lance is just as miserable as I am.

Okay. I fully expect some "at least he's not in Iraq" comments. Save it. Separations are difficult regardless of the length or location of his deployment, so anyone who feels this way can bite me.

What a difference 24 hours makes

Background check is in.

I start tomorrow.

They would've let me take the rest of the week off and start on Monday, but they mentioned wanting to send me to school (in Rochester) on April 28th, and so the sooner I can start training, the better. I'm supposed to have 4 weeks of training prior to going there, so I'll already be 3 days behind.

Better pack a lunch, iron my dress pants, and stop freaking the hell out.

Job Stuff

Part of the dress code for new job requires that chinos or Dockers be pressed and with a crease.

Easier said than done, I guess, if you live in my house. And if Lance isn't here. The military made him an expert ironer.

But I cannot iron clothes to save my life. And I tried to iron a crease into my work pants, and the crease isn't holding very well (and I think I just made my pants even wrinklier in the process).

Oh well. I suppose if I get called on it, I'll have to tell them that I tried, but I was unable to crease the pants. It would've helped if I hadn't bought the wrinkle-resistant type (not that they are too resistant, mind-you, as I managed to actually iron some wrinkles into them).

Also, I'm glad I had lunch fixings. I was in the grocery store when they attempted my cell (I didn't have it on loud enough to hear it...it was in my purse). I got some sesame noodles.

So lunch tomorrow: cold sesame noodles, Wheat Thins, mixed fruit, and a Fiber One chocolate chip granola bar. I probably won't eat all of that for lunch, but some of it will be saved for my breaks. I have to spread out my eating so that I have 5-6 mini meals/snacks a day.

It's going to be very strange going from being a woman of leisure to having a full-time job. A part of me is sad about this, but I also don't take to being bored too easily, and it's not like my life is full of excitement on a regular basis. It's just that I haven't actually had a steady 8-9 hour per day type job in almost 7 years. Grad school doesn't count, because my schedule varied everyday and I worked only a few hours here and there at a time, with small chunks of free time in between.