Back in March I had to move a meeting with the Army recruiter back a few days due to a new baby in the family. When I got back in town a little earlier (the day we were to meet) I rang him up and was told that he was not in and went home early. I figured that's okay because he cam in at 3am and was beat. And that's find because at that time I didn't lose the two pounds I wanted and I was about to pass out from lack of sleep.
So I rang him that following Monday. Not there. Rang him that following Friday. Nothing.
Next week....nothing.
And now...three weeks out....still nothing. I'm going to phone him today but I have to wonder how awkward that conversation will be, if it takes place. He probably thinks I punked out on him. Is joining the service like converting to Judasim? Where the recruiter will turn you down three times and if you come back for a fourth try they'll take you in?
A blog about a former (or not so) Roller Derby athlete on the path to fitness and joining the Marine Corps.
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