I've always been the worst guy to be behind in a check out line. Not because I'm going to write a check or ask the clerk for directions to the airport. Because, the guy in front of me is going to do that. If there are four lines of equal length, I will find the line that is the slowest, without fail.
All those years of suffering has prepared me for the last 90 days or so. I've intentionally not bashed my office mates here on my blog, but it's growing ever more difficult. At this point, I have nothing positive to say about the Army and that is being extremely kind.
Aside from that, things are well. I start my last masters course after the 4th, I'm stronger then I've been since high school and I'm getting to know Doha pretty well. Things could be worse.
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