Monday, January 20, 2014
Day 1, Part 2
It's the end of the day. I have a bed and probably the best food I have had since I went to olive garden during prom night.
who knew the the interplanetary patrol had such good cooks?
So what did I do my first day in Vicksburg, Virgina? I took my first test that was simple enough. It wasn't really billed as a test, but I found out later that it indeed could get me sent home first day. That would have sucked, bad.
I got off the bus and some woman on crutches handed me a map and directions to the welcome center for new recruits. She said I had fifteen minutes to get there. I was not altogether hard, but I only had three minutes to spare. The two other characters on the bus didn't make it the first time and Jeffery who seemed so motivated to be here took him two tries to get the directions right.
I found out later it was a three strikes out kind of test from a recovering patrolman Jose at dinner who had his arm in a sling. Told me he tore some ligaments out of his wrist while trying to tighten a bolt down. The only explanation was "air is a slippery thing in space". Ouch.
Now the Recruit barracks are not what I was expecting. It was two to a room with large locker for all your personal belongings. No uniform, no yelling, not even a call up roster. Just a older motherly woman who could have been in her mid forties showing me where the linens and to get settled in. The only uniformed people I have seen is the MP (military police) on base.
This is just a little more than weird, not that I'm complaining.
I was told 2100 was "lights out" and that I needed to be in the building by then. The older woman who helped me get my things, Patricia was her name, handing me a simple e-paper tablet which had my schedule for the next week. it looks like I have a long week ahead of me so I should get some rest. I played video games with the other recruits till 2200. Some were excited and a little hot headed, while others hadn't been away from home before and were a bit on the anxious side. Patricia seemed to be a mother figure to most of us who obeyed her without complaint.
Maybe that's why Patricia is in charge here?
anyway time for me to go to bed. I have medical tomorrow.
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