There's tired...
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lady_kishiria...And then there's Army tired.
This weekend was the PT test. I was not looking forward to this AT ALL because I'm very bloaty and a week ago I hurt my back. I think I did it in my sleep; I awakened with intense pain in my lumbar curve. I gave myself permission to get merely passing scores on each event, but doing so just rankles me. I'm also at That Time of the Month which with me in perimenopause is just weird.
So I went in with a stiff and sore back for which I'd gotten a prescription for Flexoril. My billeting was in the room next door to the one I stayed in for a week last time. Turns out the gal who is in the room actually lives there. She's on very long-term orders related to a school she's in, so she decided to just move into the billeting rather than get an apartment. She was very affable and gracious; offered me a glass of wine and we chatted a bit about the Army and meditation. She only been in one year.
The lowest score you can get on a PT test is 180. I did considerably better than that. I got a meh score on pushups, a blah score on situps and a whatever score on the run. Thing is, that still probably took me over 210, which is better than minimum. I was in a lot of pain during the situps. The run actually made my back feel better. I didn't have high hopes for my run between my back pain and the heavy fog that was over north Orange County. I didn't have any trouble breathing though, and while I was slower than usual I didn't have any problem running the distance. As my back and hips warmed up they started to feel much better, which I hadn't expected.
Our Staff Judge Advocate from the 200th was visiting us from Baltimore. He's a full bird colonel who of course arrived with his sergeant-major. Both were kindly and humourous; Colonel talked about what a drag it was getting older and how he and his aged golden lab dog grunt like old men at each other in the morning. Sergeant-Major is from Guyana and has none of the "I need to have power over my underlings!" vibe Sergeants-Major often get. Saturday night Colonel took Sergeant-Major, Ma'am and me out to dinner at the Original Fish Market. Nommy food, and it's usually fun to get together with other JAGs. The unit has a bit of a hard time grokking that JAG has its own chain of command and way of doing things.
Sunday was a heavy workday since little had gotten done Saturday, but work got done. I stayed until almost 6 pm since we were trying to finish up my very late NCOER (annual evaluation). But I'm home and I have had pizza and a glass of wine.
Trouble may lie ahead. USARC (US Army Reserve Command) decided that to save money they just won't pay for the hotel rooms of people who have to commute in long distances. They've been hit by hundreds of screams of outrage from commanders who are looking at losing all their out-of-town soldiers. They'll lose me if this happens; I refuse to pay to go to work. We'll know within the month what happens.
This weekend was the PT test. I was not looking forward to this AT ALL because I'm very bloaty and a week ago I hurt my back. I think I did it in my sleep; I awakened with intense pain in my lumbar curve. I gave myself permission to get merely passing scores on each event, but doing so just rankles me. I'm also at That Time of the Month which with me in perimenopause is just weird.
So I went in with a stiff and sore back for which I'd gotten a prescription for Flexoril. My billeting was in the room next door to the one I stayed in for a week last time. Turns out the gal who is in the room actually lives there. She's on very long-term orders related to a school she's in, so she decided to just move into the billeting rather than get an apartment. She was very affable and gracious; offered me a glass of wine and we chatted a bit about the Army and meditation. She only been in one year.
The lowest score you can get on a PT test is 180. I did considerably better than that. I got a meh score on pushups, a blah score on situps and a whatever score on the run. Thing is, that still probably took me over 210, which is better than minimum. I was in a lot of pain during the situps. The run actually made my back feel better. I didn't have high hopes for my run between my back pain and the heavy fog that was over north Orange County. I didn't have any trouble breathing though, and while I was slower than usual I didn't have any problem running the distance. As my back and hips warmed up they started to feel much better, which I hadn't expected.
Our Staff Judge Advocate from the 200th was visiting us from Baltimore. He's a full bird colonel who of course arrived with his sergeant-major. Both were kindly and humourous; Colonel talked about what a drag it was getting older and how he and his aged golden lab dog grunt like old men at each other in the morning. Sergeant-Major is from Guyana and has none of the "I need to have power over my underlings!" vibe Sergeants-Major often get. Saturday night Colonel took Sergeant-Major, Ma'am and me out to dinner at the Original Fish Market. Nommy food, and it's usually fun to get together with other JAGs. The unit has a bit of a hard time grokking that JAG has its own chain of command and way of doing things.
Sunday was a heavy workday since little had gotten done Saturday, but work got done. I stayed until almost 6 pm since we were trying to finish up my very late NCOER (annual evaluation). But I'm home and I have had pizza and a glass of wine.
Trouble may lie ahead. USARC (US Army Reserve Command) decided that to save money they just won't pay for the hotel rooms of people who have to commute in long distances. They've been hit by hundreds of screams of outrage from commanders who are looking at losing all their out-of-town soldiers. They'll lose me if this happens; I refuse to pay to go to work. We'll know within the month what happens.
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Date: 2011-10-24 04:59 am (UTC)The dinner sounds like fun and it seems amiable to have your very own distinctive way of relating to other JAG officers.
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Date: 2011-10-24 10:10 am (UTC)I thought the Army owned you lock, stock, and barrel once you enlisted. How can you refuse to report for anything the USARC asks for without getting in a lot of trouble?
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Date: 2011-10-24 03:18 pm (UTC)No payment for quarters?
Date: 2011-10-24 07:09 pm (UTC)Re: No payment for quarters?
Date: 2011-10-25 05:43 am (UTC)Re: No payment for quarters?
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