tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33134810.post8139588756848405837..comments2023-10-30T02:25:00.531-07:00Comments on Right Ascension of Aries; Part Deux: C*R*S*Nereushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10467442370988311519noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33134810.post-69937261135429781302008-04-09T16:59:00.000-07:002008-04-09T16:59:00.000-07:00I was ready to get out. I had been to TAP (TWICE! ...I was ready to get out. I had been to TAP (TWICE! - and I found it helpful, but Groton has a pretty good program), I had done all of my checkout sheet - well, some of it I gaffed off, because I just didn't care, and took all my shit down to PSD. The lady behind the counter takes all of my stuff, and looks through it. blah blah blah form, check. yadda yadda yadda form, check. this form, check, that form, check. Wait a minute, you don't have your umpty-umph form. You're supposed to fill that out 90 days before you get out. You're not going anywhere. This can't be avoided." I said, "What form? what are you talking about? Nobody told me about another form?" She looked perturbed, as if she'd heard this a gazillion times. "Didn't you go to TAP?" I smiled at her and said "Why yes I did." "Well you must have missed that day." "So, I missed 'that' day BOTH times I went, 9 months ago, and six months ago." Her face went from perturbed to "oops". "I think whoever was supposed to show up and give us that information didn't." I looked her in the eye. "OK, OK, hold on. Just have a seat." She came back with a form, which of course wanted information that was on all the other bazillion forms I had filled out. "The information you want is here on this form, and this form, can't you just use these?" "No, becuase those are for the umptyfratz, and this form is for umptysquat." "Fine." I filled it out and gave it to her. She took it and disappeared. A few minutes later she came back, withthe form signed and put it in my pile, where it <I>had</I> to go in just the right spot in the stack. "You're all set." Then I said the wrong thing. "So why does that form take 90 days, again." She ignored my question. "I'm sure you're looking forward to retirement, and don't want to be <I>delayed</I>..." I took the hint and left.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com