Jesus fuck, yet another fucked up day in my fucked up week. I didn’t go to PT today because the other three guys in my unit weren’t going. We have an all for one, one for all policy so that none of us are stuck there alone. So I get in to work at 8 and get started with all the shit I have to do today. Because that one soldier decided to freak out yesterday, I have to pick up his stories and get those done before noon tomorrow. Lots to do and I know I’m going to miss deadline.

At 9, my one buddy gets in, tells me they ended up going to PT after-all and I need to be in the first sergeant’s office at 5 tonight. My fucking out time is 4:30, so already my day is starting out fucked up. Then my editor gets in and starts harassing me about my stories. The same fucking stories she gave me at the end of the day yesterday that she wants done fucking NOW, even though I haven’t had the chance to even call anyone.

So I spend all day trying to set up interview, interviewing people and dealing with that. Luckily I found 30 minutes to hit the gym, otherwise I’d be a total fucking mess by now.

So I go to my ass-chewing and get chewed out and then told I have to come back tomorrow to get my counseling statement (aka written reprimand). Of course, he wants me to be there at 5 again. What’s worse is I was planning on leaving work at 1:30 tomorrow because I have an interview off post (45 minutes away). So now I can either waste all that gas driving off post and then coming back or reschedule my interview, putting me even further off deadline. Fucking wonderful.

I finally get home fucking 6 to a note on my fucking door telling me as of June my rent is going up. So any hope I may have had of keeping my apartment is totally shot because on my salary, getting only $871 for housing expenses, I can’t fucking afford this place. I probably can’t even afford a one bedroom in this complex since that probably went up to.

On top of that, as if all this wasn’t enough, I also get a phone call from the sergeant first class in my office telling me that a story that I assigned to one of my soldiers is now being given back to me and I have an interview already set for tomorrow morning. I don’t have time for this story, which would be why I assigned it to my other soldier. It was a story I wasn’t even originally assigned. I DON’T HAVE FUCKING TIME FOR THIS SHIT!!!!! I already have a packed schedule tomorrow and a deadlinen to meet, which I’m not going to meet, which means another fucking counseling statement for not meeting deadlines, even though it’s not my fault. Meanwhile, my soldier will be sitting around with her thumb up her ass because she’s done with everything she was assigned. What’s wrong with this fucking picture. I’m ready for the damn weekend.