------- ULTIMATE ACTIVITY (S) -------
REPORT NOT LATER THAN 30 DEC 11 EDA: 30 DEC 11
TO NH BREM EMF DET UIC: [redacted]
PERMANENT DUTY STATION BREMERTON, WA
FOR DUTY ACC: 100
ASSIGNED RATE: HN DNEC1: 0000 DNEC2: PRD: 1312
PERSONNEL ACCOUNTING SUPPORT: PERSONNEL SUPPORT DET KITSAP
UIC: [redacted]
- CONGRATULATIONS AND WELCOME ABOARD NAVAL HOSPITAL BREMERTON (NHB), WASHINGTON
"That's gotta be a mistake."
It's the first thing that popped into my head as soon as I checked my orders and found that tagged at the bottom, right after my orders to attend Hospital Corpsman A-School.
After weeks of anticipating going to Behavioral Health (Psych Tech) C-School after A-School and waiting all this time for it to post in my orders, this is what I've been handed instead.
I want to scream.
I want to throw things.
I want to cry over the unjustness of it all.
I passed all the tests, did all the labs, graduated on the Dean's List, got to pick 5th out of the 100 or so people in my graduating class, and all I ever really wanted was to go to Psych Tech school to jump start my future career in Clinical Psychology, and now they take that away from me... twice.
First time was to fill seats for Bio-Med Tech school, but at the last minute they dropped it since I was so close to graduating.
Now this.
Not fair.
Not fair not fair not fair.
I wasted all this time, all this hope, all this ambition.
And for what?
I can kick and scream all I want, but at the end of the day, I signed a contract to be a part of the United States Navy, and now they call all the shots to my life.
As much as I want to be as dramatic and anguished about the unfairness of it all, I know the only way to deal with this is to put on my big boy pants and accept my fate.
But still, fuck you.