I am in Shangri-La...really. I went from a big base that had so many fireworks that I was sick of losing sleep! The smaller base that I was sent to has Marines, oo-rah! They take no crap and are so polite! This is another universe. We have a steak cookouts once a week and the food is incredible everyday, every meal. It's even clean and looks like they sweep the gravel.
The downside is that we sleep 10 beds to a tent. Being a princess, I am not accustomed to that. We have 2 unofficial room Mom's that sleep higher than the rest of us peons. They direct us from their throne/bed and give you the proper etiquette of confined space behavior. For example, there are rules for lights on (7am) and lights off (10pm). Property found under your bunk is yours. Yesterday, Bosnia was looking for her helmet and she found one under Cherry's bed. She asked if it was Cherry's helmet, and she said," if it's under my bed, it's mine." Well....Bosnia looked at the numbers and it was hers- which she stated and clicked, clicked right out there. Funny! We're thinking about putting all the dirt that we sweep up under Cherry's bed- she can have it. I like Bosnia. She appears not to notice that they don't like her. She's friendly to me and I'll take all the friends that I can get. And the mom's also they tell you off if you slam the door...they chased me down for this very thing. So I just sweetly explained that I'm from Detroit and very used to a lot of noise. I don't even notice it. In fact, when there's a shooting, I tell them to shut up, roll over and go back to sleep! I even speak loud...didn't they notice- and then I laughed!!! They laughed back- this time....
Here's about the little things...
Me and my buddy lost our flashlights. Not a big deal back home. I can't even remember where I put the flashlights or if they even have batteries in them back home. Then a big storm comes and a power outage and suddenly the flashlight becomes important. It becomes comfort and your bestfriend, never leaving your hand until power is restore and then they're thrown aside again. Yesterday, the male electricians dared to work in the estrogen zone. Flashlights came up missing. I almost ran to security to report the thief, I was so angry!.. only to find mine wrapped in a hoodie. Flashlights are used to walk at night, as a fall precaution, since all streets and walkways are gravel here to keep down the dust. We also use them to search and scare away critters: Mice, Rats, Snakes, Scorpions...everything bites and you got to have the jump on them! So I'm feeling silly being upset about the little things when I suddenly realize that Ms. Cherry is the Vector control officer and I realize a new horror....She could really screw with me. I am at her mercy!
The downside is that we sleep 10 beds to a tent. Being a princess, I am not accustomed to that. We have 2 unofficial room Mom's that sleep higher than the rest of us peons. They direct us from their throne/bed and give you the proper etiquette of confined space behavior. For example, there are rules for lights on (7am) and lights off (10pm). Property found under your bunk is yours. Yesterday, Bosnia was looking for her helmet and she found one under Cherry's bed. She asked if it was Cherry's helmet, and she said," if it's under my bed, it's mine." Well....Bosnia looked at the numbers and it was hers- which she stated and clicked, clicked right out there. Funny! We're thinking about putting all the dirt that we sweep up under Cherry's bed- she can have it. I like Bosnia. She appears not to notice that they don't like her. She's friendly to me and I'll take all the friends that I can get. And the mom's also they tell you off if you slam the door...they chased me down for this very thing. So I just sweetly explained that I'm from Detroit and very used to a lot of noise. I don't even notice it. In fact, when there's a shooting, I tell them to shut up, roll over and go back to sleep! I even speak loud...didn't they notice- and then I laughed!!! They laughed back- this time....
Here's about the little things...
Me and my buddy lost our flashlights. Not a big deal back home. I can't even remember where I put the flashlights or if they even have batteries in them back home. Then a big storm comes and a power outage and suddenly the flashlight becomes important. It becomes comfort and your bestfriend, never leaving your hand until power is restore and then they're thrown aside again. Yesterday, the male electricians dared to work in the estrogen zone. Flashlights came up missing. I almost ran to security to report the thief, I was so angry!.. only to find mine wrapped in a hoodie. Flashlights are used to walk at night, as a fall precaution, since all streets and walkways are gravel here to keep down the dust. We also use them to search and scare away critters: Mice, Rats, Snakes, Scorpions...everything bites and you got to have the jump on them! So I'm feeling silly being upset about the little things when I suddenly realize that Ms. Cherry is the Vector control officer and I realize a new horror....She could really screw with me. I am at her mercy!
