For those of you who have never tried it the military has this lovely thing collectively referred to as "having duty". This basically means that you go and sit your tired ass in some collective area (like the barracks) and guard a phone. Depending on your duty station you may also liven up the evening by signing people in and out on leave, handing out vital morale supplies like pool cues that were last used on the original set of Walking Tall, and making sure some schlep cleans out the lint traps on the communal dryers. Non-stop excitement I tell you!

     Of course they give you company for this 24 hour long shindig in the form of your Driver (normally a junior soldier). Usually this is a good opportunity to get to talk to someone you don't work with often and for the most part it passes the time. It also helps to have someone to split up the housekeeping and driving chores with. Usually. Of course our sister battalion (the same one who couldn't be bothered to attend to one of their own soldiers being MEDEVAC'd from Iraq) has decided to give permanent Driver duty to one of their complete and total shitbags. This Drive has a sleeping disorder so she is not allowed to drive any militry vehicles. Read that again slowly (I'll wait). Ok, so you can obviously see the problem. Factor into this that the Driver has permanent victim syndrome and is a complete slack-ass who regularly schedules appointments on the day she has Driver duty. This means that I am not even able to leave the desk for a large chunk fo the day. She is a classic case for a chapter out of the Army but of course her fuck-rag of a rear det NCO would have to supply an actual soldier for duty at that point so they are dragging their feet.

     Thank god more and more of his and her ilk are leaving the Army over fears that they may actually have to do something or *gasp* deploy! Go on assclowns, I will fucking help you pack! Canada needs more strippers I hear.