Saturday, March 21, 2009

That time of year again?? Or is it??

March is always an odd month for me. The memories I have of this month from several years ago are dark and painful. (Hm. This is gonna be an emo post to go with my new emo haircut.)

March is usually not a good month for me. I don't think it's a good month of anyone in general, and that is why we have St Patty's Day; a day to make up for that whole month of ugh. Or maybe that's just me.

This year, March is not so bad. It wasn't so bad last year, either. In fact, aside from the usual murderous rages inspired by my PT program and the Letter of Reprimand I'm getting on Monday, it's been a pretty decent month for me.

Doesn't erase the dark memories...but for once, thinking about them during this loaded month doesn't leave me blue.

It never ceases to amaze me how good it feels to just be happy.

And for the record, SoCo and Lime the Bar-Cat is prettier than the Fancy Feast cat.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Cat trap.

I have this big box sitting in my living room. Simi decided it would be a great idea to jump in there. SoCo thought it would be an even better idea to hop up and sit on the lids...trapping Simi in the box. He struggled to get out, but she just sat there, occasionally sticking her paws throught the cracks, even poking her nose in there at one point. Then she got bored, turning around to look at me. I was laughing pretty hard at this point. Finally Simi broke free, and looked at me with these big eyes as if to say, "Wtf, mate?!"

Indecision 2009.

It's crunch time. As of 9 March, I have less than six months left in the service.

This week I'm going to e-mail my performance reports to the reserve recruiter, because I just do not have the time to write my resume for the IMA program.

I need to sign up for TAPS class, but I won't be able to attend until mid-May because we're prepping for the MAJCOM inspection in May.

My lease is up in May, and I'm working to enlist two roommates so that we can rent a decent house and afford the expenses split three ways.

It is slowly dawning on my naive brain that I am not going to be able to apply for the jobs I want. Reality is hitting pretty hard right now, so I will apply for the jobs that I am qualified for, even if they're the jobs that make me want shove a few pencils through my brain.

On the other hand, going to school full time has a growing appeal for me. There's a university a few towns over that I'd like to attend. And the new GI Bill would cover most of the tuition, pay for my books, and give me a monthly living allowance.

Of course, if I do that, I'd still have to find a part time job somewhere. And not a lot of places are hiring, but I'll be on the lookout.

My terminal leave starts in August. I stop getting a regular paycheck in September.

I am absolutely terrified.