abother another few weeks have gone by without a blog post, eh? And that was probably the best Freudian slip I’ve had in a while w/r/t this blog. It feels like such a bother to sit down and write when I have so many more pressing things to do… like sleep! or pay bills! or have 3 minutes of quiet to myself!
I started working on 5/23. I’m in the office each day by 7:00 a.m. Son is in our bed each morning at 3:30 a.m. taking turns kicking me in the face or ribs or giving my wife a few “Glasgow Kisses“. Needless to say, I don’t sleep much anymore. So time that could be spent doing any number of productive activities is now spent fruitlessly catching up on lost sleep. I can’t wait until Son grows out of this.
Anyhoo, working at post as an EFM is both awesome and complete crap all at the same time. While I started on 5/23, I still haven’t seen a paycheck. No word on when that might happen. Blame has been passed once or twice. In general, every step of my hiring process has been botched in some way. From the clearance process to the hiring cable to the level of clearance granted to my addition to payroll and beyond, there has not been one aspect of this process that HR at post has not FUBAR’ed. I actually hope Main State is reading this, because something has to give in SDO. What’s worse is that I’m not the only one to whom this has happened. You’d think someone would get a clue after the first, oh, I don’t know, FIVE royal f*ck-ups here. But then again, I think we all understand by now…..
One lovely thing I have going for me is R & R. We’re heading back to [REDACTED] for [REDACTED] days of fun and respite from Santo Domingo, coming back on [REDACTED], hopefully recharged and ready for another year here. I’ve already planned my meals for the [REDACTED] days we’re there, eating at some of my favorite restaurants in [REDACTED], [REDACTED], and [REDACTED].
(I love security measures.)
(I wanted to write a paragraph about hurricane preparedness but also would like to keep my blog intact. Hence: [REDACTED])
That’s all for now…. I guess. We’re all surviving and looking forward to R & R. Thoughts of cheeseburgers from [REDACTED] and pizzas from [REDACTED] keep me plugging until [REDACTED] when we finally go home.