tomorrow at noon i'm going to talk to an air force recruiter. if i had done this five years ago, it would've been a lark; just to take the mickey out of him. but for some reason, it's seemed like a really great idea for the past month or so.
basic training is 6 weeks long, and daniella says she misses me already. she's making however much time elapses between now & then as fun as possible for me. assuming i actually do get in. i know i'm smart and fit enough, but i'm a little long in the tooth, and haven't had any referenceable education in almost 6 years. and that, actually, has played a big part in my decision-- it's nigh impossible to save money for a phoenixlike return to college while raising a family and, like a self-fulfilling prophecy, not having a degree. meanwhile, back at the air force base, you get paid to get educated! and a rather tremendous signing bonus never hurts, either... i am so totally buying a scooter.
so yeah, that's what's going on in the life of andrew robert rusk on wednesday, april 2, 2008 anno domine! what's everybody else up to tomorrow?
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If you need someone to take care of that scooter for you while you're in basic training, I guess I could do that for you.
And P.S., please don't go to the Middle East and get killed. I will never forgive you.
well, i missed the appointment anyway... sile was home sick from school, and daniella had a job interview of her own, which would certainly have been harder to reschedule. updates will follow.
and yeah, air force radiologists and such rarely get deployed.
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