1-9-10

I woke up today and had a couple of boxes from my mom. One had gone to Bahgrahm and had to be rerouted down here and the other had come straight here. I LOVE getting packages! The guy who does the mail is a friend, Dallas, who came down here in the same group of mechanics. His mother in law is kind of a big deal in HR here, which I am pretty sure is why he got the job assignment he did. Not that it’s particularly great, it’s just really light on actual responsibilities and oversight by the dozen or so bosses we all have.

After I opened them Josh got up, it was about 2:30. We decided we would walk down to the bizarre and check it out. The bizarre happens once a week; it’s where they let the locals on base to pedal their wares. Well Josh and I went walking down there and we walked all over and finally found somebody who could tell us where it was but the downer was that it was over so we walked around the boardwalk and looked in the shops that the locals had set up. Georgia really wanted to send a package home so he bought a few little bits of brick-a-brack, and I told him how to get to the post office and I went back to the tent.

At work tonight the mood has been pretty intense. The feeling of wanting to get out has been growing. Everybody is talking about who pays more, and who might be hiring in Iraq or Kuwait, anywhere but here. We are all miserable but getting online is such a challenge. You could easily go to MWR and wait hours to get online and have to leave before you get you turn. The internet at the boardwalk is just fast enough to get your email, there’s really no way you could check company’s websites and apply online.