There was an incident the other night at work, in which a joking comment was made about me and although it might have been a tad inappropriate, I knew for myself it was a joke, as I joke around with the person who made it. One of Sean's friends happened to hear it as well and almost started a fight about the comment. Seriously, I'm not kidding about the fight.
Fast forward to the next morning and Sean is livid when he gets home from P/T because his whole company knows this story. Now..before you ask me why I didn't tell him first, it's because when I got home that night he was already asleep and the next morning he didn't wake me up before he went to P/T.
Although it was a minor incident, it's not been blown way out of proportion. Who is on the bad end of that deal? Me. Even though I feel that Sean's "friend" should have told him about the incident privately, without letting the entire company know first.
It's honestly on days like that, that I hate the Army. I finally told Sean last night that if people want to talk about me or make judgements on me without knowing me, then that's fine. People who know the real me know that I'm an upstanding woman who has my priorities in order and I'm not going to spend the next 3 years worrying about what people have to say about me. If I did, then I'd go crazy.
Other than that the week has been good. As I mentioned we had the bigwigs from the USO come in yesterday and last night I went to dinner with them, as well as some of the installation leaders. I had a great time, some delish four cheese gnocchi and possibly 3 shots of Limoncello. You didn't hear that from me though.
I'm so ready for the weekend to be here!
