Every so often I wonder whether I'm making the right choice by getting out of the Corps. Then I get a little reminder.

I just answered a knock at my door. It was the corporal that'll be my replacement as desk sergeant. Unbeknownst to be, he'd been at work since we started this morning, fourteen and a half hour ago. I wish he'd called and told me, I would have come and helped him out. He came by not to bitch (although he has every right), but to let me know that I'm going to have to be at work in six hours. I wish someone had made that decision about three hours ago, so I could have gone to bed early.

And tonight is Field Day, so I have to make certain my room is spotlessly clean tomorrow morning. So I can't risk making a mess cooking breakfast, and I'll be reporting to work before the chow hall opens. I am predicting a lot of bitter Marines at work tomorrow.

(I didn't know my guy was working late, because I spent the afternoon at Camp Foster transferring my vehicle and getting other checkout paperwork done. Still waiting on getting my offical orders out though, as I need my final physical exam first. But having discovered that requirement, I got the exam appointment moved to this week, instead of next week.)

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