My Job

Now, I realize I haven't updated this in a while. And since that last time I updated it, I have joined Match.com with one of my friends from here at Fort Eustis. I have also gone on 2 blind dates with people from the site. Both of which went pretty well. HOWEVER, I don't really feel like posting all of that right now, so I will leave my romantic life for another post. Possibly tomorrow.

Right now, I would love to talk about how much I love my job. First off, here is a typical day for me:

5 am- Alarm goes off. Consider getting up and going to morning sping class. Decide I will be more pleasant and happy at work if I sleep in. Know this is a dirty lie, but don't care.
7 am- Alarm goes off again. Realize that Sheldon is sleeping on top of my airway, so that is why I have been having trouble breathing for the past 2 hours. Get up, shower, eat.
8 am- Go to physical therapy for my torn hampstring. Ponder how much I hate the dumb exercises they give me. Wonder why my hampstring has been bothering me since late November. I have never had an injury last this long.
9 am- Get to work. Check email. Try to draw out responding to emails and getting silly stuff done until lunch time.
1130 am-1 pm- Go home and visit Sheldon for lunch. Have a ham, spinach and salsa sandwhich. Everyday. No variety.
105 pm- Get back to work. Probably go sit in some dumb meetings that have no relevance to anything I say.
3 pm- Sit in my office and stare menicingly at the back of the CPT's head that now works in my officer. Wonder why my boss thinks he is so great when he is a fat, anti-social creeper who can't say a sentence without a millions "ums." He also clearly has no life, as he is always here at like 7 am and stays until well after I leave. I bet his wife hates him. Then again, if I were here I wouldn't want him home either.
315 pm- put my kindle on my desk and read it in between cleaning up some of the spreadsheets that I manage. There is only so much I can do with the few tasks I have been given by my boss.
4 pm- Stare at the clock. Wonder how many more days until the weekend.
455 pm- SUPRISE! Some emergency or another comes up. Most likley from the DCO (deputy commanding officer), and I have to do something that makes me stay until well past leaving time.
630 pm- Finally leave the office. Ponder why I do nothing all day and still don't leave work until after everyone else. Very unfair.
645 pm- Consider going to the gym. Realize I have missed my favorite kettle bell/spinning/body pump class and decide I don't feel like trying to make up my own work out. Promise self I will go at 5 am the next morning (JOKE)
7 15 pm- EAT lots of food to make myself feel better about how aweful work is. Then feel guilty because I haven't worked out at all.
8 pm- Watch some mindless TV show. Hopefully The Voice.
930 pm- Go to bed early, so I can wake up and go to the gym in the morning
1130 pm- Realize I have been lying in bed for 2 hours not sleeping and am supposed to get up in 5.5 hours. FUCK


Now boys and girls, doesn't that sound fun? I have come to the realization that I HATE my job. There is nothing fun/challenging/meaningful about it. And worse than all of that, there isn't anything for me to do half the time. My boss has us delegate everything down and yells at me if I try to do things myself. All I do all week is stare at the clock/calendar and pray for Friday night to get here. I don't think I've ever been so unhappy in my life. There is just nothing worth doing around here.