Ceremonial Janitors

This one I'm gonna write in poop brown because that's exactly what I think of my job right now. Ever since my afformentioned incident with the Virginia State Trooper, my unit seems to think that I can't function as a Guardsman. So instead of doing ceremonies in ANC, and training all the new troops that we get every friggin week I get to pick up trash and do various other menial chores around the squadron. Take last Friday for example. My friend Jessie (who is in the same predicament as me, but for another reason) and I were scrubbing heel and sole (black paint that we put on the soles of our shoes everyday to make them pretty - but it gets everywhere when its wet) off the floor. It took us all day to get it off every floor in the compound - with toothbrushes and dish scrubbies no less. Then when our asshole...I mean boss, came to check it he told us, "Well you missed some spots, but it doesn't matter anyway cause we have people coming in next week to professionally refinish everything." I wanted to scream. But I maintained my military bearing until I got to the locker room and then Jessie and I both let loose! Today hasn't been as bad. All we had to do today so far is walk around with trash bags and gloves, piking up after all the slobs in our unit that don't know what trash cans are for. This afternoon is gonna blow though, Jessie has a wedding dress fitting so she won't be back today and I'll have to deal with the guys all by myself. BOOoOoo...