Apparently....

...I have a job. It is great to know that you have a job ON THE DAY THEY WANT YOU TO ST ART. Stupid military. Whatever. It is the contract job that I have been working on for months. I'm not that excited about it, I'm still pissed off as to all this was handled. What ever...again, damn the military sometimes. It has screwed up my whole day that I had planned. Okay, enough complaining, I should just be happy that I'm working now. I guess I should go get ready and pack a lunch and such.