Another day in FOB Life....

FOB life is a big party, game playing, movie watching time...unfortunately not. It was like that when certain nameless managers did that job. But since most of us real medics and enjoy patient care and really do interact with the camp and military, there is no time to relax. (After EXCEL and other ridicuous tasks that we do to make the upper bitter butt kissers look better). I barely have time to sleep and let my family know I'm OK. Then the coup-de-gras... overtime was x-nayed, and actually ordered we take it off on another day or time. HAHAHAH! Major timesheet fraud. Enough to get sent to the big house for the rest of our lives. I think not..
The daily ho-hum I will not miss. Life is the same day in and day out. I meet my buddies for a smoke. We talk about our families, the days happening including politics...I'm bored telling you...and then it's bed time for another 12-13 hour shift- depending on where you work if they count the hour lunch in your work day or not. We don't have a choice because people get sick all of the time. And then...
...the Prince does his service on the base that I am at - Ha! HA! I've been on Prince watch since his arrival. He walks around totally oblivious to us all, but is super polite and says Hi! Or so I'm told...I've yet to see him. I have witnessed the fallout as the talitubbies made a play for him last night by attacking our base. It was a shock! I fell asleep reading my kindle when a huge explosion woke me. I thought, wth? this is the safe base...so I rolled over and went back to sleep. This morning I opened my door to a lock down. Which essentially means- No Working...so back to ho hum and to the book I'm reading.
I opened my eyes and saw a film that upset a religious order. 20 Muslims countries are attacking our Embassies all over the world over an internet video. Really... another excuse to target Americans...all the bad guys look for a reason to latch on to. Why they hate us instead of stabilizing their own governments is the real question. I notice that they don't burn the money that we hand out to them. We put our asses on the line for their hate of us - good grief! Fix your business and stop blaming the Americans for all of your woes!

The games people play

The games people play...I received a mystery box, no return address. It was filled with books, air packs and CD's...AND, the CD's were blank- strange. Any other place in the world this would be a welcomed gift. But in the war world, security...military... postal service- you get the picture. Let's enter into The Twight Zone...And again, I received a mystery box. This time at a base that I have never been placed at and it did have a return address...from a charitable institute in the United States, (I don't think so). The procedure is the same. WTH? The million dollar question has been. What is in the box and why am I being targeted? It's scary... There's bad guy around every corner. More games.. I was talked into signing for a second year with guilt. Quote, " I busted my ass to get them to re- sign you for a second year and now you don't want to stay?" So with my head held in shame, I re-signed...drum roll please... only to be denied the contract. WTH? Games, games and more games. And the hits just keep on coming! So back to wondering why someone would send me "potentially laced boxes" filled with random stuff... strange...and a company label placed on top?. Apparently they were sent by someone from my workplace. The placards are not readily available on the internet. Let me think?_?_? Whos tail have I stepped on recently? The last idiot supervisor that I had who pushed me down the stairs, (me-injured- boo hoo!). The guy that strolled into my boudoir in the wee hours of the morning (you know what a hot granny I am!) I chased him out with my handy bat. I don't name call,(well, not in this blog so far). But, This is a warzone after all. I had no idea that the enemy would come from within and there is still the one without...a homeland, a clue, a brain- oh, yes..the talitubbies! My choices are far reaching. "course it could've been the voice that turned me down for a secord year. Really, why bother? I'm really just little peas after all. And I'm glad I'm going. It was a tough decision to stay after the year that I had. Afghanistan is remarkable and beautiful and I had so many amazing experiences and adventures. I loved the work and the patients. The people are like an extended family that I care about so much. I really loved it here. It's really too bad that a few were allowed to play games and bully the rest. The company is losing a lot of good people. We're all in mass exodus to the promise land or another contract, which ever comes first.