I don’t usually like to complain but whatever, it’s my blog, I can do what I want. Lately, I’ve been incredibly irritated by several things. Don’t say it’s the pregnancy hormones, you’d be irritated by these things too.
Almost a month ago, I brought my brand new car to the dealership where I bought it because the radio/navigation system wasn’t working. If the DVD was in the slot, the entire console would freeze up. The maps didn’t work. The buttons didn’t work. The dealership’s diagnosis? “We don’t know what’s wrong, so we’re ordering a new one.”
Awesome, it’s under warranty, it’ll be free to replace. I called them today because they failed to call me when the part arrived – 3 weeks ago. Then they gave me grief for not coming in sooner. Excuse me? I don’t have ESP. I didn’t know my radio was in. I already don’t like driving 30 miles to get to them when there’s a closer GMC place so this is the last time I’m going there. Customer service, would it kill you to have some?
Speaking of customer service, the CDC on post is ridiculous. I dropped Piglet off for hourly care on the 19th and was given a letter than on the 21st, his room was closing and he would be “fit into the full-time rooms if they were available.” THREE DAYS. They gave parent’s 3 days reaction time that their child is no longer going to be in the daycare room that they’ve been in their whole lives. I was just coming to terms that in December, he would be in the 2-5 year old room but now, he’s in a completely different room.
And not one supervisor, front desk clerk, or even the teachers knew what was going on. The head supervisor decided to close the rooms, she put the assistant supervisors name on the memo (who was on vacation and came back to a bunch of angry parents). She told the parents the rooms were closing before she told the teachers. And I kept asking, where’s my kid going on Monday? No one could give an answer. There’s 3 pre-toddler rooms he could be fit into. Excuse me? I’m supposed to drop my kid off and now know which one of three rooms he’s going to? One of which is in a different building? And this is acceptable behavior? Where’s the stability for the child? Since getting the letter on the 19th, I have filed an ICE complaint every single day. The supervisor refuses to call me back and is always “unavailable” when I’m in the building. Poor Piglet looked like he was going to cry when I dropped him off today. And the teachers in this room were rude. They kept saying he was too old and he should be in the toddler room, which you can’t be in until you’re 24 months. He was so distraught, I let him have his binkie at school, which is usually a no-no but I have a feeling he isn’t going to have much fun today. Unfortunately, I have work stuff to do so he needs to go.
Work stuff that I do not want to do. I am so tired of my job. I’m tired of doing all this work on my own time and not getting paid for it. I’m tired of my promotion list STILL not being published. I’m tired of being a commander. I’m just so tired of it all.
I’m even tired of the Hubster’s job because he’s never around. He leaves at 0430 and comes home around 1830 – if we’re lucky. Except this past week, and most of October, he’s in the field. We barely saw each other this summer because of my AT and his TDY, I guess we’ll write fall off too. Maybe we’ll hang out this winter. I can’t even get used to him being home from deployment because he’s been working a mile a minute since they got back. All so they could prepare to leave again.
And all this is just making me hate living in this state even more than I already do. I’ve been here since 2008. I want to move. I genuinely hate this place and every day, I wish we could move.
Good on you if you read all this. Sorry if it bummed you out. It bums me out too.