Mmmkay. So if you read my post about LT Fromage’s request for a job transfer, you know that we’ve been waiting for a simple email. “Congratulations, you’ve been accepted” or “We regret to inform you”
(Remember, this is so much more than just a job transfer. This is like, HUGE. That’s what she said!)
The thing is we originally should have known one way or the other about a month ago. Then, we had an official notification date of April 24th, which then became the 26th. Today is now the 28th and we still haven’t heard a peep.
The thing is I wouldn’t be so upset except for the fact that SOMEONE ACTUALLY KNOWS THE DECESION AND JUST HASN’T PUBLISHED IT YET.
Did you notice I was screaming there? Forgive me, but I haven’t slept in 4 nights now because I’m lying right by my laptop and getting up EVERY FREAKIN’ TIME I GET A MESSAGE hoping it’s the one with the decision.
So far, no emails from the Army but I have gotten a lot of messages about “Hot Asian Singles” in my area. Unless they know whether or not my husband has word on a potentially life changing decision, I’m not interested.
I took a home pregnancy test once and it was like, the longest 3 minutes (or whatever it was) of my life. That is, until now. It’s kind of like I peed on the stick in October and I’m still waiting for the results.
Oh yeah, and I really want a brownie.
So I’ll just be waiting here, tired, and with no dessert.
If you haven’t noticed: Patience is not a virtue I possess. But I do have a mega sweet tooth.