I work with primarily guys so I am engaged in conversations (or surronded by them) about motorcycles, boobies and trucks. Four wheel drive. Hemi engines. Double Ds. What is worse is that the girls' (yes, sadly I have only two female friends) conversations consist mainly of babies and shopping. At one point standing in the baby clothes sectionn at the PX drove me to nausea and I had to bolt. I am about to lose my mind.

Last week I get handed the monthly Sensitive Item Inventory, which normally you are given a month to do. I was given a week and the stuff was scattered all over God's creation instead of in the shelters like it normally is. I got finished 2 days ahead of the deadline with the help of my PSG and another section sgt. It's beyond me why they'd wanna help me so much, but oh well. SGT B helped me the whole day. I was so releived and he was such a help I had to restrain myself from hugging him.

He threw in a couple comments but I was ready and he lightened up. (Him: "Hurry up!" Me: "Who you talkin to?!") When he approached me about something he came up to me and neglected to use "ma'am" when he addressed me, which was what he had "corrected" me on the other day. He caught himself and gave me a look like he thought he was gonna be in trouble. I just laughed.

It was a good day until I locked my keys in my car on base and had to pay 100 euro aka 130 dollars to get it unlocked. But this adorable brand new Miltary Police private got me the number to call the locksmith and drove me to the gate and everything. It was really nice.