I swear

if my boss and supervisors want a way to try to fuck me, they try it. So I get this phone call from the daycare center, saying that MiniZiggy needs diaper cream, and since they won't handle that stuff, I have to come do it. So, Ziggy and I go over there at lunch, and the caregivers tell us that we have to take MiniZiggy with us, that he needs to go to the doctor.

So, we grab lunch and I troop back into the shop to talk to Cadillac and the civilian shop boss. So Cadillac jumps my shit, saying he's getting bent over from behind because I didn't come get him about a problem yesterday, and now I'm leaving and he has to clean up the mess. I wanted to slap him damn silly.

This man gives me hell for shit that he does himself. And then he won't correct his own peers for shit, but I get my ass reamed for it? 4 months without him is going to be very peaceful, even if I am getting shot at over there. I had semi-high hopes for my being under this guys' supervision, and now I feel as though I am in the same fucked up situation as before. I may not wait out my last 2 years, I may get out whenever I get pregnant, as Ziggy and I want to have another baby after I get back from Iraq.