20 days and London Bound. 6 days and back to KAF. Lots going on there, but I will not be participating. Stuff I started but have to cover here so, you're on own, Kandahar.
Everyone loves Dwyer. It's quiet. But quiet also equals boring. Nothing to do. But eat. And eat I am. So I hang out in the clinic until about 10:00 watching a movie and then off to my tent and bed. Being better about slamming the door. Have to hike just a little to the shower. I do miss my CHU and private internet and bathroom right next door. But no Poo Pond or rocket attacks here. The clinic is small but very nice. I have an office in the back. I get along with the Medics and we laugh a lot. They are all from the South and are trying to convert my California ways. I have to say "sumbitch" at least once a day. And "fixin to." E will not know who I am.
It has been chilly here and has snowed at some of the FOBs. I'm so glad that I brought a real jacket with me.
My latest project has to write evaluations on Medics. I had to stop because I got an email asking me why I was writing evaluations on people. "Um because you asked me to?" So I stopped. Then I created a form to use as a yearly skills check off sheets for the Medics. I was told that this was to be my top priority. We are trying to pass a JCAH inspection and I had to create a form that would pass their inspection. I think that it will. I asked about how many more we needed. The response I got said that I need to write evaluations on these people. I thought that I was doing skills check sheets. You told me to stop, so I did. No, we need evals. Sumbitch.
Then I got a list of 20 people that need skills check lists on. So I did them on those people. Then I got an email asking where their evals were. But you told me...oh, never mind.
Listen you sumbitches, I'm fixin to open a can of woop-ass on your ass. You all. Sorry, y'all.
So, what to do? Eat.
Rootbeer floats...yum.
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