Deployment and Insanity

I don't get it either- but that is some funny shit, at least in my opinion. Perhaps we all need a little nonsense now and then.

It was a typical day at work, one completely unrelated to the video above. We dug out trucks from an inch-thick layer of ice and managed to get them accounted for. This is a usual morning at the motor pool. Then the power cut out. This was not a usual morning. However, ice has been hanging all over the lines for the past few days, a fun little aftermath of the ice storm we had. This too was not really that eventful, although the net result is that the poor Oklahoma trees get weighed down with ice and tend to break- poor devils! So it was that I got volunteered to do tree detail- go out tomorrow in one of our trucks and pick up all the branches the powers that be told everyone not to pick up yesterday. The rationale being... okay, you got me there, seeing as our intention is to chuck them anyway. But ours is not to wonder why.

There also is a deployment coming up, although admittedly like nothing I've encountered before. They're asking for 45 volunteers to learn a new job- radar repair and/or radar operations. Neither have the slightest connection to my own job, although they're willing to train us. I figure this would be a good opportunity to prove what I'm worth, and to advance in the field, pun not intended. However, the downside is that I'll be away from home for about 12 months, and in a combat zone. The first troubles me, the second, I could care less. However, it would probably also help here on the home front- especially seeing as every decision I've made here seems to have led us from bad to worse. I of course blame myself, and am doing my level best to run damage control and keep everything together. Like many things in my life, it's like trying to stack Bibles on top of whipped cream. But surely good will prevail! At least, I hope so. My dearest Tabatha, bless her heart, has given me the nod to go ahead with this deployment, go forth and do glorious deeds and all that good stuff. How is it that she is so much tougher than I am? That woman is an enigma, clearly. She looks at me with big blue eyes and says, "Don't give up hope".

And despite the seemingly impossible odds, somehow, against every spectre my own worried mind can produce, I don't give up hope.