I really thought this weekend was going to be shitty, but it turned out to be quite the opposite. Of course, I would have much preferred to be home in my bed but we can’t always get what we want.
I actually don’t even have anything to complain about. It was neither too not nor too cold. The day was neither too busy nor too lazy. I did not have any crappy assignments. I didn’t even have to eat any low quality food. It is amazing. And strangely enough, the place had actually been upgraded.
Gone were the piss-stained death beds. In their place were newer beds, not Sealy Posturpedic but something you might find in a prison. I won’t complain because they don’t smell and they haven’t started to sag in the middle quite yet. There was new lighting, actual real doors on the showers and toilets. For a moment I thought we had been suddenly transported to the Hilton. Okay, no, I’m being overboard but really, it was surprising that someone finally listened to the AAR comments made 15 years ago.
The weekend went by really fast. I think it always does when we go to A.P. Hill. The first day is movement to the place and getting situated. The next day is all the actual work and the last day is movement back home. Of course, it’s worse when we are there for two whole weeks but I won’t start complaining about that yet.
So, I do have something to complain about. It isn’t about the military or drill or anything; it’s about people. How come people smile in your face, laugh and joke with you but then secretly throw you under the bus? And for no good reason. I understand that I am not always a well-liked person. I have learned to deal with it and I have gotten over it. There are people that just don’t deal with me at all. From these people, I expect certain actions, but the crazy thing was it wasn’t any of these people I had to think about.
This person, I barely know. We never work together, but we are always cordial to one another. Whenever we see each other, we always stop and speak. To my knowledge there has never been anything between us. Why this person would say such things about me is quite beyond my capacity. I didn’t think we knew each other well enough for this person to even make an assumption about me, which leads me to the conclusion that this person is operating based on rumour and hearsay. That is quite disappointing, of course, but I was truly floored at what was said. This is a lesson I have learned before, but often fail to remember it: trust no one.
And it isn’t like I trusted nor mistrusted this person. Like I said, we really don’t know each other. I have no idea of this person’s qualities. I have never told this person anything in confidence. Our conversations have always been blase and impersonal. I do not know this person’s character at all, and now I see it for what it is: a person that I can never trust.
I do not know why it has bothered me. I am almost never fazed by what people say about me behind my back. As long as I am not perceived as dishonest or disloyal or some such, I could care less about what flaws someone thinks about my personality. We all have flaws, so you should just get over it. I don’t want anyone to question my character though. That’s unnerving. I might be annoying or bitchy or talk too much, but I don’t like for people to say that I am untrustworthy or evil or any other major character flaws.
Which is why I am confused this person would say something when we don’t even know each other.
Okay, I promise I’m over it. No, I’m not. I’m going to let it bother me for a minutes more and then I’ll be over it. Whenever I see this person again, I will walk past like the day before we met.
Other than that, it was a pretty good weekend. Do you know that if I had not re-enlisted this would have been my last drill? *sighs* Although I complain all the time I wasn’t getting out. Anyway, I don’t have to drill in May because I asked for permission to skip it a long time ago. I’ll be back in June with more antics.
