Yeah, I know, I don't have any pictures. Sorry. Today was not a day for that sort of thing anyway. Today I was suppose to go to Sick Call so I could go to the dentist. Well, I was told that when we go to sick call, we need to wear our PT uniform. (Our work out clothes) So I get dressed, wait for almost an hour in our company office so I can get my medical records. Then I wait for another half hour for the ride to South Hood. (The distance from North to South Hood is about 45 min.) Well, I get down to the dental clinic, the only one on post, about a 1/2 hour before their sick call hours end. There is a sign on the door that says that PT uniforms are not allowed in the building! So, I grab my phone and call the number on the door. I talk to this soft voiced PFC who appears to be frightened by my tone for voice when I was trying to make sense of their rules. I asked her, since I was just outside the door in PT's, if I could just schedule an appointment. She said that I could not do that, I had to go to sick call first. Then I asked her if they would make an exception about the hours and take me as sick call once I got back to North Hood and changed my clothes. She said no. I have to go back tomorrow. Oh well, at least it gets me out of the hanger for another day! Well, that is about the biggest bit of Army crap so far today.
Jeremy
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