One step at a time

So one thing in particular really set me off at the end of last week. I went in to company ops three days in a row asking for my orders, and I got a 'no' the first two days and the third day I got chewed out by one of the ops NCO's and he told me to just chill out and I'd hear about my orders as soon as they came in.

What he didn't understand is how desperate I've been lately. I've been here on Fort Gordon in training for close to a year now. Most of that entire year has been spent either being forced to sit in a classroom where no instruction was taking place, or getting out of doing extra details just so I had enough free time to call home and talk to the people that I love in my life. An entire year of the same thing day after day after day. It has a way of making the people with the strongest of constitutions come undone. Everyone who I've become friends with here has either left a long time ago, or soon about to leave. I'm about to become very lonely very soon.

My one consolation (if there was a consolation) is a bit of news -- I've heard that my orders have already been cut, they're just likely to be delayed because of a hang-up involved with my security clearance process. I've been telling everyone that this delay will be one month, worst-case scenario. The reason I say this is because I really cannot bear to think that it might be any longer than that. Thirty more days alone in the Georgia sand is a thought unbearable enough on it's own.

So my new motto is "one step at a time." I'm going to wake up and take care of life's difficulties in a one-day frame of mind. That is, until I've been given enough information to span out my plans to include whatever it is in my life outside of this small window...

PFC2b LaBRANT

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