chaotic_nipple

Bastards.

Before I signed out on terminal leave, my LES showed me as having about a month and a half more leave days saved up than I really had. Apparently, they didn't realize I'd taken leave while in Iraq, and again when we got back. So, because I knew that they'd eventually catch this mistake, I did the honest thing, and I sat down with the finance people for 3 F*(%ING HOURS (allegedly) straightening this out. They assured me it was fixed. Riiight...

Apparently it wasn't, so they ended up overpaying my last paycheck by a lot. I didn't notice this, though you would have thought that bitter experience might have taught me to go over financial statements in detail; I have no excuse, really, save that sheer joy at escaping the Vortex of Stupidity overwhelmed me, and made me stupid in return.

So, now I gotta pay them back. Fair enough. But since I didn't budget for this sudden 'expense', I'll probably have to go without goodies for a while, including this year's Dragon-Con. Grrr... Maybe I should send _them_ a bill, for those wasted three hours, as well as 8 1/2 years of accumulated aggravation. :-P

I've had four of 'em since I've been back. The persistant back/neck aches from the weight of all the gear I had to carry in Iraq are almost gone. What's more, I've finally decided what the prime criterion for a future mate must be. Brains, beauty, wealth, and dominatrix tendancies are all of secondary importance; she/he/they must be able to give decent backrubs. Even a fully equipped evil-genius lair is of lesser importance.

When I'm drinking beer from a bottle, I habitually bend the discarded caps in half. This way, if I happen to step on one, it hurts so much less. Guess what brought that thought on?