So...David was supposed to come home tomorrow (Wednesday). But today I got a call from him saying they lost some of his paperwork. I had to fax in a form from the paperwork that we have here. It took me a long time to find it and I didn't get it there before the paperwork people on their side went home. So...he's not coming home tomorrow. He may not even be coming home this week. How depressing. All because
they lost one sheet of paper.
To top it all off, some of the guys (not David) in the group that he is in have not been cleaning. His whole group got in trouble so he has to write a sentence about how he will contribute to the team blah blah blah 250 times.
This would be bad enough...but writing even a couple sentences hurts his hand and makes it go numb due to the nerve damage in it. But they don't care.
If he doesn't write the sentences, they will take away from his pay and give him an Article 15 which is really bad.
So, I'm not too happy right now.
Oh and my parents' dog ate my new chapstick.