Hell: Day 00
July 15th, 2002
My recruiter called at about 8:45am, saying he had to go to the doctor and that I have to go up to the recruiting office on my own. Cendy was nice enough to give me a ride. I went in to the office and they handed me some papers and shook my hand.
Me: "Um...Where's my ride to MEPS?"
Dude: "Oh, that's news to me."
Me: "Great...Yeah, I'm supposed to ship out tomorrow."
After a few phone calls, a lady picked me up(SGT. Braxton). SGT. Hall was driving. Another recruit was in the car. We talked a bit. I said I'm going to Ft. Knox. The other recruit said, "Good luck. I went shopping at the PX there and it was like WW3." I didn't pay her much attention. Besides, she's a Melissa Ethridge fan.
After about an hour of driving, SGT. Braxton's cell rang as I was sleeping. I woke up when I heard "Marck Rossy." I specially woke up when I heard "Oh. He's not supposed to be in this car?" Apparently, they don't teach COMM in the army. Lucky for me, the car was going to MEPS anyway, so I was ok.
Now I have to wait 3 hours to be taken to a hotel. Hopefully, I won't have a psycho roommate like last time. In the meantime, I'm off to the game room. WOOHOO!!
I had lunch(Wendy's) with Elisa, the girl who rode in the car with me. Her biggest worry seemed to be that she left her room messy. We all have our worries. I never played so much Area 51 in my life. Bored. Will die if I don't ship out soon.
The hotel's nice. Clean room and free food. The food is horrible. My carrot cake vibrated. My roommate's cool. He's 2 lbs overweight, so I told him to go to the sauna and sweat those mofos off. I'm watching Happy Gilmore. Maybe I'll hit the jacuzzi before our 10pm curfew. It's been a cool hotel stay.
The jacuzzi was great. Relaxing.