Alright well I have some good news and some bad news and news that isn’t really news so much as me rambling. The good news is I’ve finally gotten off my lazy butt and decided to do something with my life, and I’m in the process of joining the United States Air Force. I know what you’re thinking: What the heck is an artist doing joining the military? Well, there’s both simple and complex answers to that, which I would happy to divulge later in this blog when I’m not trying to hurry up before running back to work for a couple hours. I know what you’re thinking: Why are you working on Thanksgiving? There’s only a simple answer to that: Time and a half.
The bad news is…I’m in the process of joining the United States Air Force. This of course means that at some point next year, possibly sooner, possibly later, I’ll be going to Basic Training for 8 1/2 weeks, during which time I will have ZERO computer access and next to no communication. So no updates, no fixes, no ability to help out my hostees, nothing. I know what you’re thinking: DAMN YOU!
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Alright I’m back from work. We have over 40 animals boarding, holidays are always packed and quite annoying, but I’ll admit this one was easier on us because all but a couple dogs are only fed SID (once a day) rather than BID (twice a day) which means a LOT less to do in the afternoons. And only a few medications to give out. Since there’s going to be 13 baths tomorrow and 22 on Sunday (I pity the fools that work Sunday, sure glad I don’t, muahahaha), I thought I’d make things even more easier on us by getting most of the nails trimmed and out of the way today, but it proved to be a nuisance so I only did about 15. And let me tell you–tiny dogs sure know how to put up a fight. Took all I had to get some of them squirmers pinned on the groom table o.O
Anyway, back to Why the Air Force? Well, seeing as how this is my blog and I hardly ever post in it, I may as well give some back story and tell you a bit more about myself in the process…
A year ago and before, I was an entirely different person than I am now. I had no dreams or aspirations, no confidence, no social ability, and fears of everything from finding a job to learning how to drive to going to school to…well…anything to do with anything outside my own four walls. I wasn’t depressed mind you, I was just sorta stuck in this other world and couldn’t get out. I had started trying to dip my toes in the water so to speak, but I progressed so slowly that I actually WAS moving backwards.
I don’t know how I managed to live that way for so long, if you could even call it living, but over the summer it really started to take its toll on me and I knew it couldn’t stay that way forever. Something had to change, and I knew–everyone else knew too–that the only thing holding me back was me. I think I had to see myself as nothing before I decided it was finally time to become something. And in a very rapid succession, everything I never imagined possible began to be quite possible after all.
I’ve always been known to do the unexpected in a sudden and inexplicable manner, and the past few months have been no exception. As I mentioned in an earlier post, I finally got my driver’s license which was a huge step for me. I’ve also managed to break through my social barriers and have learned how to be part of the human race. I used to always hate being in groups, even if it was all people I knew, because I would always sort of sit on the side and zone out. I still have that tendency because, well let’s face it, I’m weird, but I’ve become much more outgoing and I’m not afraid to speak up and speak out no matter whom I’m with.
Another small improvement was taking on some financial responsibility. I used to be a total penny pincher and stress over trying to save as much money as possible and feel guilty every time I spent any, but now I’ve chilled out about it and treat myself (to the good stuff) from time to time because I’ve earned it. I got myself a computer desk because it was stupid for a geek like me not to have a proper workstation (and my back was suffering for it), I bought a bed frame to get me up off the floor (…my back was suffering for that too), and after ages of wanting an MP3 player to rid me of my CD-burning annoyances and obtain the ability to carry my ridiculously large music collection with me wherever I go, I bought a Zune along with a sports arm-band case for when I work out. Yes, I said work out. Which brings me back to the Air Force. Again. Well, technically I didn’t come back to it the first time, but yeah, you know what I mean.
Before last month, if you or anyone I know had EVER mentioned the idea of me being in the military, I or anyone I know would have laughed their heads off. The idea of someone like me becoming part of something like that was absolutely ludicrous, much like suggesting that Paris Hilton join the national trignometry club or [name of famous race car driver] joining a professional ballet company. When I first started telling people I was considering it, just about every one of them was completely shocked, almost to the point that they thought I was joking. In fact, if I hadn’t told my mother ahead of time “What I’m about to tell you is not a joke,” then she would have rolled her eyes at me. And when anyone asks “What on earth made you decide to do that?“, the truth almost actually is that I just woke up one morning and decided to. Not much unlike any of the other changes I’ve gone through lately.
I’ll admit that much influence has come from recently developing an addiction to watching NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Services). Even though the show is really just about solving crimes, it’s always related to military personnel and/or locations, and it really started to get me interested in the armed forces. My best friend is planning on joining the Navy when she finishes college next year, and her dad retired from Navy, so I started talking to them about it, although when I learned about being squished up on a ship, that’s when I began looking at the Air Force instead lol. They’re supposed to be the wimpiest anyway, which works good for wimpy me, haha.
I was too scared to go talk to a recruiter so the idea kinda sat around for a couple weeks going no where, when by chance I found out that a friend of mine was in the process of joining the Air Force already. He went with me the first time and the guy turned out to be cool, not all superbad and intimidating like I expected. He had me take a practice ASVAB test (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery I think is what it stands for, your score on that determines what jobs you’re eligible for or if you can even get in at all) and he was mighty impressed that I managed a 90/99. Heck I was impressed too, I’d been out of school for over 3 years and wasn’t even prepared. He talked me over the enlistment process and bits and pieces of everything else. I had never really understood the whole career aspect of it, and between that, the free schooling and housing and food, full medical coverage, ease and affordability of traveling the world, ability to retire at a young age, and several other benefits, I decided I definitely wanted to go for it and I got an application.
At home I started doing a lot of research on my own, and the more of a challenge I saw that it was going to be for me, the more I wanted to take it. The following week I turned in the application, and soon after I went to take the official ASVAB. My recruiter was certain that with my score on the practice test, I wouldn’t even need to study anything, but I bought a book anyway and read over the areas I wasn’t familiar with. Despite how tired I was the day of the test, having gone to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert the night before and staying up ridiculously late, it was a miserable afternoon and the test seemed harder than I expected, so I was worried like a maniac that I didn’t do as well as I had hoped I would. The next morning at work, I was moping around all miserable. After a couple hours, I called my recruiter when I knew he’d be in the office, and I didn’t even believe him when he told me “96“. 3 points from a perfect score. My frown turned upside down and I was screaming and crying with joy, running and jumping around all the rest of the day. It meant I qualified for any darn job I wanted.
It took a couple weeks to finally find a day to schedule me for the full medical exam at MEPS (Military Entrance Processing Station), but it finally worked out to happen on Tuesday. It was a whole day of self-challenges in itself, since I had to get over fears of pissing in a cup, getting blood taken, and the oh-so-yucky “female exam” (which thankfully was more of just a quick “looking over” else I probably would have ran right out of there). Passed everything, so I’m a fully qualified applicant for just about anything in the military.
All that’s left from here is pick a job, sign the contract, and swear in. The programming jobs look really interesting to me, seeing as how I AM a programmer (yes, HTML coding counts), but for those I have to take this “EDPT” test or something or other to see if I qualify for those. I’ll be Googling that shortly, because–come on–being a hacker and cracker in the armed forces would be BAD ASS.
Jenny in the military. Hmph. Who’d have ever thunk it.

Whatever job I land will determine when I ship out for Basic. Could be January, could be June, no one can say at this point. In the meantime, I gotta start working out (bought running shoes too) and yeah, that’s ANOTHER absurd phrase to use in the same sentence with me. Jenny working out. *Shudders*. I even dropped my hours at work to part time so that I could really apply myself. It’s going to be scary, but that’s why my Zune is gonna help me get through it. Yey for 11,300+ songs. Anyways, as soon as I know a date, I’ll let you know, since that’s obviously going to have a big impact around here. I’ll have an Open Hiatus set so that people know that they may knock but no one’s home.
I’m working a couple goodies for my Music page to try and really convey what passes through my ears in a visually appealing way (cuz long lists are boring, I know), so we’ll see how that goes. Took me a week straight to fix the metadata tags on all my songs. Oh. My. Gosh. I don’t know why I’m so incredibly in love with tedious boring crap, but it brings me the greatest sense of accomplishment ever when I finally finish a task like that. I tell you what, I was so OCD about it that you would have slapped me. Heck even I slapped me I was so ridiculous. But it’s a beautiful masterpiece I tell you: Ultimate organization.
I’ve been taking a gajillion pictures but naturally have yet to do anything with them, so…sorry, lol. Lots of self portraits I hope to get up here, I feel like, for a personal website, this site isn’t very personal at all. While, yes, there’s a lot of my stuff in it, there’s not a whole lot of me. And it’s mine. So there needs to be. If you think you’ve ever seen me cocky–just wait. Oh but speaking of pictures, I realized my Lightbox script was completely BROKEN, so after a very frustrating hour of trial and error, I finally figured out what was causing it–a stupid incompatibility issue with this other Wordpress plugin that I wasn’t even using! So I chucked it out and everything’s working again and you can actually view my plethora of graphic goodies and such :p
To anyone who celebrates it, hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving! To anyone who does, eat turkeys anyway cuz they’re cool :D
HOSTEES: Try and figure out anything you might need from me BEFORE I go, because while I’m gone and have no one to man the CPanel, you’ll be completely on your own. I’ll up all the disk-space limits at that time though, so you won’t have to worry about maxing it out while I’m away and being stuck. Megan, who probably checks her site more than visitors do (hahahahaha jk), will at least be on top of my hosting server’s status, and if it’s ever down, she can find out why, yell at Dreamhost, and if necessary, e-mail you to let you know what’s up with it.
I’m still going to accept new hostees despite my inevitable span of absence, so long as they understand that they’ll need to get their site together before I leave and be able to handle themselves without me for a while. Apply at your own risk!