Definiton of a real friend, a friend that will help you move...and without beer!

Hello from F203, my new digs. Didn't want to move from my beloved two-two-niner but being a team player and all I thought,"How bad could it be?" Let's set the stage, shall we. This room has been a transient room for 18 months. No one has been permantly assigned to it. So nobody cared about it. Everyone that stayed here accidently left some piece of clothing or other belonging here. With a desk, chair, bed and armour, the room gets crowded. Here's a solution-break the chair in half, move the desk to the end of the bed, wedge half the chair under the desk and wedge the desk between the bed and wall. Then break the thing that keeps the door closed. Perfect. Really? I walked in after sick call to this mess. And, this was AFTER two people had cleaned it and took all the crap out of it. "Oh no I'm not" said I. Off to the billeting office I went. They want a room, they can have this one. I'll stay put and all will be right with the universe. Ok, the obvious "you're in Afghanistan" comment goes here. But a boy can dream can't he? No the billeting nazi (nazette?) says the big boss wants it this way. And this way it shall be. She will send a crew to fix stuff. Fine, I will make this the best room in KAF. Let the furniture wrestling commence. Editors note-it is now 102 outside. After sweeping and mopping the exposed areas I proceeded to make it just like 229, just the mirror image. How the hell they got the desk wedged in there I'll never know, but hell hath no furry like a PA scorned, room wise. After much grunting, groaning and bad words that I didn't even know that I knew, I got stuff moved to the other side of the room. More sweeping and swabbing, then set up the way I want. The a/c hasn't been working. I found out why, the filters were burried under the desk. Then Laura another Medic, came and helped me move stuff from room to room. They are right across from each other, we were wishing that we had a rope pulley system so we didn't have to go up and down two sets of stairs. But three hours later hot, sweaty and exhausted I had been officially relocated. Got the filters in the a/c so it works. It's noisy as hell and this room has had so much air freshner sprayed in it over the years I may die of Gladeitis."He's dead but  he smells like a forest glenn"
With a touch of Poo Pond.




A boy, a bad haircut and new room





The view from across the way.Pining for the fjords