Getting taken off school detail has proven to be a blessing in disguise. Since the holdovers are considered guinea pigs and dispensable for any whim, some of us were taken to a park to practice playing games for an office retreat the battalion staff will go on later this week. They wanted to time us to see how long the games would take. In typical Army fashion, departure was moved up by one hour at the last minute, the driver got lost, and we spent 6 hours at the park to be involved in an hour and a half of activity. Plenty of time to sit on swings, walk in the woods, and story swap.
I was at a loss today in trying to stay flexible about living in a man's world. They don't understand why I wanted to go to the dentist and get my teeth cleaned. If the teeth don't hurt, why fix them? They hate my hot pink running shoes and claim the color burns their eyes. I got called Princess last week for wanting to order vegetables with my lunch. Eyes rolled when I asked about an iron since I was told to wear khaki pants on Thursday. The pink shoes may need to be retired until I can get them a little dirty or faded.
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