All that bitching for nothing..well almost nothing

So after yesterday's rant, and all the bitching I did, I got zero calls last night. And that's a very good thing. But I was so worried that I would not hear the phone, that I slept terribly all night. I kept dreaming that the phone rang and I missed it, so I'd wake up and check my cell every hour or so. So yes, dragging ass today. All freaking day.

Thanks for all the comments about the AADD. It is good to hear that I have people who agree with me, and I'm not just a bitter old Sarge. Well, about that issue anyway. I bet my troops disagree. See you all think I'm such a sweet, polite lady. But at work? So the opposite. I have to be.

My plan for tonight, aside from trying to read another chapter of my Accounting text and do the homework (yippee skippee), is to SLEEP really good, and eat a little Ben and Jerry's Phish Food. My kids were off school today for Good Friday (can they do that in public school? Bet they are calling it a teacher workday...they are off Monday too), and they and Wonderdad had the house looking really good when I got home. And now he is at the store getting stuff to cook beef stir fry, Oh Yeah! I am trying my best not to be too cranky to them. But it is hard. Not their fault, I'm just really beat.

Tomorrow I guess I am going to have to go and get Easter stuff. This is a holiday I never quite understood. What exactly does the Easter bunny and hiding freaking colored eggs have to do with the resurrection of our Lord? And why have I continued this tradition with my kids all these years if I don't like or understand it? Oh, maybe because if I don't they will be the only kids at school who don't get Easter candy or egg hunts. We are not church going people, but I have taught them about Jesus and they know what the deal is. If you can home school regular school, why not Sunday school? They know that we are Christian, but not really any particular denomination (though they were baptised Catholic). I have no fear for their souls, or mine for that matter. I just wish we could celebrate the real meaning of Easter without all the silly eggs and candy and giant imaginary bunnies.

Ooooh, I do have to stock up on the Cadbury Creme Eggs though....guess I shouldn't bitch too much.

But I guess the Easter bunny is not any more silly than Santa Clause, right?

Personal Responsible..right.

In the Air Force's never ending quest to curb the DUI's that are way too prevalent, our wing commander came up with the AADD (Airmen Against Drunk Driving). And I guess that's a good thing, right? Maybe. We have to pull a shift to be on call to pick them up from wherever it is they are too drunk to drive home from.

I was voluntold to be a driver for the AADD this weekend. My shift? 9pm till 4am. Tonight.
And do I get tomorrow off? Yeah right.

I know that this is probably a good cause and all, but I can't shake the knowledge that these Airmen we are "saving" are grown people. Grown people who were old enough to enlist themselves in the AF, and old enough to know better.

Why is it my responsibility to get their drunk asses home? And on a Thursday night! When Friday is a work day? Who are these people?

I'll tell ya who these people are. These are the people who are going to cost me gas money and a lost night's sleep. These are the people who question their supervisor's authority by day and call for a favor at night. These are the people who would put a night out on the town ahead of their careers. And we, the NCO's, are the people who have to protect them, and coddle them, and tell them that we will always catch them when they fall.

Maybe I am just cranky because I have to do this tonight, but I can't help feeling that these people should really be big enough to take care of themselves. Have a plan, be responsible. What a concept. This program is supposed to be a last resort, for when their plan falls through. But you know what? We get about 30 calls a weekend. You telling me that 30 people, in this podunk town, have their plan fall through? No. We are being used as a cab service. And it pisses me off.



The first punk that pukes in my van is pulling weekend duty for a solid year. No lie.