Useless Information

My husband and I are terrible to play Trivia Pursuit with. People avoid it like the fucking plague. We'll sit up drinking to all hours of the night playing this stupid game trying to outdo each other. It's insane. We joke that we are both founts of useless information that's only good for playing that asinine game. What can I say? I know lots of really stupid shit that serves no real purpose. And I love it.

What I do NOT love, however, is going to a "reintegration brief" and being asked to sit for an hour and a half while people spout more useless knowledge at me. Number one: this kind of information isn't good for jack or shit (and will not help in my quest for Trivial Pursuit Goddess) and Number two: none of this is why I fucking came to this meeting in the first place. I came for one reason and one reason only: to learn when the fuck my husband was coming home within a time frame of three to five days!

Here's a rundown of the meeting. First a lady informs us that incentive pays will stop when they get home and taxes will start coming out again. OMG. . . I had no idea (yes I'm a sarcastic bitch). Then we hear about PTSD and TBI--again for the millionth fucking time. And finally up goes the slide I've been waiting for. "REDEPLOYMENT" Yes. With a room full of women, all of whom are sitting quietly with bated breathe, the lieutenant announces that we will now have a ten minute bathroom break.

And there goes Kate out the front door to chain smoke as fast as she possibly can to avoid saying something she will later regret or attempting to rip off someone's balls.

Back inside, the meeting continues with how the welcome ceremony will go and bussing and all that happy crap. But the list of whom will be coming when is as fucked up as I have come to expect from this CoC. No company listings. Just dates on a screen followed by the battalion. No damned help there. And the LT will try to get a more specific listing from down range, but he doesn't think that that will be forthcoming so we're all just stuck with a time range of 20 days that they might possibly maybe hopefully fucking home by. Fuck you very much.

So an hour and a half later, and I all have to show for it is a general time frame encompassing a month when the hubby might be home, a repeat of info that I have heard a million times and will get to fucking hear again at the welcome home ceremony, and a really shitty attitude. It's like having sex when you're not in the mood--all that buildup with nothing to show at the end of it all. I'm still waiting for my climax!