Happy And Sad In A Way

Sorry about the lack of posts last week.  I got off on a tangent with the chainmail project and it was taking up all of my time and my limited mental capacity.

Plus, I have to admit, I got into watching an anime series on Netflix and I got hooked on it and wanted to see how it ended.  It was called "Trinity Blood."  I should have read the comments and I would have discovered that the guy writing it died before he could finish the story.

That left me a bit cranky when it suddenly ended.  A good story, though.

Well, I got my new bid for the yard relief spot.  I'm pretty stoked about that.  Even if it means spending winter and summer outside at least four days a week.

But it also means no FUM's, no caseworkers, no councilors, no therapists getting in my business and often undermining what I'm trying to do.  And that's a good thing.

But I'm going to miss my crews in both 10 and 25 house.  I couldn't ask for better people to work with.  Even if Miz Slim called me "traitor" several times tonight. (grin)

And it's not like I won't ever see them again or anything.  I just won't be assigned there anymore.

I have a feeling that once I get entrenched in that spot it's going to take a big hammer and a chisel to get me out again. 

Even though I will still be working directly under the Lieutenants and the Captains, there's a certain amount of autonomy being the yard Sergeant.  I get to direct when and how the yard moves or whether it even gets to move at all.  And it also makes me the de facto housing unit supervisor when there isn't a Sergeant present.  It's actually a lot of responsibility and much more work than I have been doing in the past ten months since I got promoted.

Kind of looking forward to that.  I've gotten fat and lazy sitting in my office waiting for something to happen.

So not this Sunday but the following Sunday I start my new bid.  Like I said, I'm stoked.

I'll have a good crew on both yards to work with.  KP and Annikin and ET and St Francis and Uncle Scary.  All good guys that I can trust to have my back if the snit hits the fan.

It won't be the same, though.

But that was the whole point, wasn't it?

Yeah.