Sun sets; work ends
I have been a complete workaholic during my time in the Army. From my first assignment at Fort Knox through my sentence at Fort Hood, I’ve tried and tried to give as much as I could to my job, if I do say so.
At Knox, I’d use my own equipment, use my own car and even came in on the weekends, at first, to get the mission done. All I got was more work.
At Hood, it was expected that we’d work weekends and into the evenings. There was the time in Iraq, seven days a week, 15 hours a day. Then, on our return, more nights and weekends. All I got was more work.
My apartment at Hood was bare–a futon, a mattress, a table I never used, and a lamp. I went out to clubs once during my two and a half years there. I never got to Austin more than two times. I never saw San Antonio. There was always work.
Now I’m at Meade and there’s the chance to be different. I actually have the chance to go out in the evenings. Work has challenges, but things are manageable. I am pretty stoked about the chance at socializing. There are concerts, things to see, places to try. It’s amazing!
So, when the day is over, I’m out. I’m going to pledge to leave work at work. The do-gooders and high speed soldiers can feel free to go above and beyond–I’ve tried that for years and it’s left me miserable.
My super soldier days are through, I’m afraid. You can have all those soldier boards, volunteered weekends and word-related side projects. Salmons is officially out of the running!