The World According To Chris Brewer

Join me in celebrating the six-month anniversary of The World According to Chris Brewer. Since it’s not been a year yet, let’s just skip any celebration, actually.

Ok, so I titled this post “Another Roller Coaster Ride.” The Air Force is really good at telling people where to go, when to go there, and then suddenly tell them to stay where they’re at right before they go where they were told they were supposed to go. Confusing, I know, but it happened to me. I should be in Mississippi right now filming awesome news stories and helping out with hurricane relief efforts, but the way I understand it, the Air Force moved their operations center for hurricane relief and now they have no room to accommodate any more broadcasters. That’s a load of crap. I seriously think Air Force officials want to screw me over any way possible. Suffice it to say I’m pretty pissed off and I have every right to be. I had my bags packed, room ready for inspection (yeah I live in the dorms), and had told everyone I knew and their mothers how to get a hold of me. Now it’s all for naught.

I was really super pissed when I talked to Melissa about it earlier. So mad in fact, I couldn’t even type my text messages right. I think she summed it up when I told her I hated the Air Force way of life…she said, “Oh my gosh, they’re nuts.” And they are. I hope the person who did this to me gets deployed to Iraq and stays over there until he or she turns 86.

So I’ve been working evenings. Which is the sole reason I’m up this late, typing at all crazy funked up hours of the morning. It’s 2:38 AM here (only now is my body getting fully accustomed to East Coast time, and I’ve lived here 10 days shy of a year now) and I’m not even tired. It’s really weird…we have to be at work at 2 PM, so I usually wake up at about 1:30, take a 20 minute shower, throw some clothes on, shave, make myself smell like I’m going clubbing or something, fix my hair, get out the door and arrive at work sometime around 2:18. Like they care. Normal schedule (8 to 5) and actual work resumes on Monday. Hooray.

Well it’s officially Friday but I am gonna try and see if after work a bunch of folks from church don’t wanna hang out and do something crazy. Like possibly film a video.

I need to get a girlfriend badly. Instead of running eight laps around a track at full speed trying to expend my energy, I think having a girlfriend would act as a natural sedative and I would just sit around and nod yes and no all the time. Which could be a good thing.

I need to shut up now.