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[piplover]

Well, I guess I'm about to bite the bullet tomorrow, and quite frankly I'm not worried. I've had it with everything that is going on here, and I'm sick of this whole damn place. People talking about me behind my back, buddy fuckers everywhere I look, and now they are sending me to the field tomorrow. My 1st Sgt just called and I told him straight up I don't want to be in his Company anymore. He told me he wants to see me in his office at 6 am tomorrow. Whoopdy-fucking-do. He said he's going to bring me up on disrepect because I told my Sgt I don't want to be in Delta anymore, and I'm not going to back out of this. This is fucking stupid!
I can't stand this place anymore. I don't know what they are going to do to me, but if you don't hear from me for a while, it's probably because I'm in trouble, in the field, or both. So I guess I'm just saying that I'm probably screwing myself over, and I don't care. I feel terrible, and my 1st Sgt had the balls to tell me not to play with him. He told me he was going to talk to my doctor, and I told him go ahead, if he wants a stool stample or some of my vomit, he's welcome to it. I just don't care anymore.
I don't know what is going to happen, but I ask all of you to pray for me, because this is probably me jumping off a cliff, with no bottom in sight.
So, to everyone who has been following this harrowing past few days, good bye, I don't know when we'll speak next, and I hope you are doing better than me.
Hugs.

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[budgielover.livejournal.com]

Piplover, be careful, sweetie. As frustrated and angry as you are now, you have to remember that these people have (almost) absolute power over you. And the decisions and actions you take tomorrow could well affect the rest of your life. If you decide to continue in government service (say in the Diplomatic Corps), your history will be gone over with a fine-tooth comb. Don't give them any reason to discipline you. (((((Piplover)))))