I'm Comin home

No news is good news...right? Yeah prolly not in my case. Last week my commander called me in his office to let me know he was planning on discharging me. Thanks for the heads up buddy - never saw that coming. He told me he hadn't filed the paperwork yet, but once he does it will be a fast process. I haven't heard anything since.

This is how everything went down:
me: "Sir, Amn Sanders reports as ordered."
him: "Do you know why you are here?"
me: "To talk to you about my situation?" (c'mon dude, I didn't really think I was coming in to shoot the shit with you.)
him: "Yes, I have been thinking about your situation and going over your PIF and I think I've made my decision. (pause for dramatic effect) I'm going to have to administratively discharge you. Blah blah blah. I've only been here for a few weeks, so I really don't know you, I'm going soley off what your paperwork says. I've consulted legal and they said I could go either way, but I think this is what I want to do. I've talked to other leadership in the squadron and they don't think you should go, but its my decision, so this is what I want to do. I could just let you retrain into another job and another squadron, but I don't want you to be someone elses problem later on. This behavior is unacceptable. Do you have any questions?"
me: "What kind of discharge will it be?" (I had a few other questions that prolly wouldn't have been appropriate, such as; Why are you such a douchebag?, Are you even 5'8?, Who in leadership thought I should/should not be kicked out, just so I know who to put on my hit list?, and Why did everyone lie to me at the beginning of my trial and tell me that this moment wouldn't happen?)
him: (with an angry look) "I don't know, why does that matter? Shirt, do you know?"
Shirt: "I don't think we'll know that until legal gets back to us, after you file the paperwork."
me: "thanks, thats all"
him: "You're dismissed"

Then the shirt called me in his office and wanted to talk to me alone. He asked me if I was okay with everything and kept looking at me like he expected me to break down at any moment. He even said "Well your face got a little red in there at one point, just wanted to make sure you were alright." So I wanted to punch the shit out of the bastard in there, who wouldn't? The Chief even told me I came off as cold and uncaring, because I don't get emotional. Sorry dude, its not the end of my world, and I'm not shedding any tears over the bullshit. Then he asks me about my future plans and all that, yada yada yada, like it matters what I plan on doing...yall don't really care. Yall are kicking me out, end of story, stop blathering about it, let me know my release date so I can tie up loose ends.

Thats all the news I have right now -

For everyone back home:
I am coming back home, to live with Mommy and go to school at Harvard on the hill. Thats my plan right now, and I'm okay with that. For those of you that know my mom's cat, when my cat moves in, it should make for an interesting living situation. (my cat has been outdoors a total of 5 times in her entire life, and thats with me holding her.) Not to mention I have been living on my own for the past 3 yrs. I have managed to aquire quite a bit of furniture, I'm not real sure where that's gonna end up. My Mom's house is fully furnished, including my bedroom.

I have PT in the morning, so I'm going to bed now, more on the Honor Guard screwing with me tomorrow. I have a great story about my hat and cookies.