And They're Off

So I'm off to Britain. Now I have to jump through my ass to get everything 100% copasetic.

I've told my professors that I'm gonna be out like a fat kid in dodgeball, so thats good to go. Even though I have no proof of my service other than someone telling me when we're flyin out. Orders are backed up and the Georgia National Guard Statewide system has more bugs than the Orkin man. Its probably not the system probably the people within it. This just might be because I'm making sense of what common sense doesn't apply to, but call me crazy all this paperwork crap should have been done a long time ago.

Another problem is that being in rural South GA no bank in the area does currency exchange, except Bank of America. I go up there and they can't help me because I'm not an account holder with their bank. Just to spite them I thought to open an account, do the exchange, and immeadiatly close it before I leave the service counter. But all those anger managment sessions have taught me a worse way to affect them, thats why I'm bad mouthing them on the internet, hit them where it hurts in the pocket book. They wouldn't even help with my Military ID.

All I need to do now is easy, pack my gear and stand in formation.