Gotta Make it Work

Today I woke up at 0320, drank two bottles full of H20, peed in a cup for a small audience, ate breakfast at 1030, and started packing while I contemplated where this grand universe has chosen to take me next.

I finally returned to good ol' C Co 832d after seventeen days of amazeballs family vacation time, to finally get orders for my reclass.  A new job.  The least preferred, least promising, least appealing job of all those that were given to me as options.  GIANT le sigh.  I will officially, as of my arrival to Gulfport, Mississippi next Wednesday, be an Army 12W: Carpentry and Masonry Specialist.  Who'd've thunk it?!  Me, following in my Dad's carpentry footsteps?!  I wouldn't have thought it, nor did I really wish it.  (I know for a fact my father takes no offense to that statement.)

Now, initially, I was a tad upset because for once I'd finally allowed myself to be positive and hopeful about the possibilities that were placed before me as a new job.  But, as one of my platoon sergeants has so aptly reminded me on many occasions, "reclass is like playing Russian roullette"!  And, oh boy, yes, it got me.  Got me saddled with all the worries...what civilian career prospects does this really provide me, if any?  Will I be able to handle the daily physical rigors of construction work?  Yet alone find enjoyment in them?  Will it be challenging enough?  Will my leadership skills be utilized or will I be just a low-rank gopher?  What promotion possibilities does it allow for?

All the possible negatives.  Now doesn't that just sound like the traditional pessimistic pig that we know and love?!

But then I tried, and oh my friends, it took some effort, to look at it differently.  It's a brand new year, right?  No need to start it off totally in the dumpster.  So I realized that the class is only 7 weeks and 3 days long.  That was seemingly the only real positive that jumped out at me.  But at the same time, the single positive, means so many other things will get to happen this year.  I'll get to go home like we wanted this year, and sooner than later, too!  I'll get to enjoy a summer block leave since I'll most definitely be in the real Army by then.  MonkeyHubby and I will get to be together and really celebrate our upcoming wedding anniversary.  We're even talking vacation, maybe a cruise!  And we'll get plenty of months back together before any possible deployment pops up towards the end of 2013.  (Maybe we'll even manage to deploy together, but let's not get too hopeful, that emotion doesn't seem to be pulling universal strings in our favor quite yet this year.)

And then, when you find a couple positives, a few more positive-possibles pop through...Maybe I'll enjoy being outside on a regular basis.  Maybe doing heavy physical work everyday will give me a killer bikini bod before summer.  (The small things, eh?)

All in all, maybe it won't really be that bad.  I guess this pig will just have to ride it out and make it work.