Busy and short week.  Discovered that money is more reliable than people.  Currently in the Montreal airport waiting for my flight.  Things are a little hazy now but I'll try to recap this week.

Monday -  Did a quiz and aced it.  Organized gym activities were a mess and unpleasant.  I think special person one ran out of class in a rage and we did not expect him to return.

Tuesday - Got a haircut by this crazy girl who kept talking about how her milkman ex boyfriend owes her money and left his doberman pincer mix dog at her house which tears up the carpet.  Left my boots at my apartment to get polished and they were left there with nothing done on them so I had to set out my old ones for Wednesday morning. 

Wednesday - I put in my request to get pulled off this course again because I cannot take these humiliating inspections.  I can take marching around like an idiot, weekend working, being away from my family for weeks at a time, and deal with the classroom material and being farted on and disrespected as a human being in general, but I certainly did not come here to have my room thrown apart, and if they insist on continuing it I will quit the military.  I can take a lot of degrading treatment but this is a sensitive area for me.  I was certain I was through with that in basic training and am adamant on not repeating that.   

My previous request to see a personnel selection officer back in February never materialized, and I do not think anything will come of this one.  I saw the Padre to discuss my situation and this somehow triggered a meeting with the chief clerk for Thursday.  I hope this nonsense does not continue after I'm done here - I don't believe it will to such a degree.

Honestly, I don't see any practical use for the military staff here for me, unless you count them making me angry and irritable.  I can't take it too personally, the staff are just there to enforce the ridiculous rules set down to them from above. 

Thursday - These are one of those weeks where I should have remained in bed.  I found out that yes, they'll move my family to Borden, but I'm not entitled to any expenses for selling the house because this would not be considered a real posting - so I'm really forced to be separated from them until at least July of 2012 to get that covered.  Hopefully the market doesn't totally collapse by then and I lose everything.   

Every action I take I lose either money or family or both.   Would have been better off living as a basement dwelling troglodyte on mom and dad support.  Man, I really dislike myself right now - it's like being wrong is my modus operendi. Oh well.  I needed a drink.

So, me and a fellow classmate went out for lunch, test drove a VW Jetta,  played some pool, saw Your Highness (again), and then went to a bar nearby the apartment - full of roudy kids.  It made me feel old and fat.  I somehow ended up talking to a very drunk RMC-fembot (looked like she got second place in an HCL fight) for a few minutes before this pervy ogre saved me by chasing off to harass her.  

boarding time - brb