Current mood:	aggravated
Current music:	"Plastic Bomb" by BOOWY

~She's a plastic bomb~
The fucking nazi,

I am referrring to my husband.

He is going to ALS (Airman Leadership School) and his class doesn't start til 8. Problem is I have to be into work an hour and a half earlier... 6:30 to be exact.

He told me that I could -walk- to work.

In the freezing cold Idaho winter weather.

You know what? Fuck him.

I will walk to work, and I will not be happy with him for the entire two week period that he is at ALS. We shall see how he feels.

ALS falls on Valentine's day though so he had better think of something mighty creative to make up for me having to walk to work every day.

Of course it isn't like I haven't adjusted my schedule to fit his. We have one car in our family and so he gets the car. That means that when he takes lunch at a later time, (1:30) they won't let me take lunch at that time and so I am stuck having lunch in the office because there is nothing to do. Sure I would go to the BX and spend money but we don't have very much money to spend. The Library is not home and there is nothing else, sure I could eat outside but hey, its 23 degrees out outside..

Did I say that my office job was hell?

I am suffering through my office job at lunch just so that he can make himself happier by taking off from work earlier when I have to work a nine hour + day.

The least he could fucking do would be to drive me to work every day at 6:30 while he was at ALS.

I have vented and I do feel better now.

Damn husband.