Wayne was supposed to reenlist today, to promise the world’s greatest Navy another six years of faithful service. A ceremony in D.C., by the World War II memorial, was planned.
That reenlistment was supposed to come with a bonus. To quote Raylan after Lindsey stole his nest egg, “It was a goodly sum.”
What happened instead is that some incompetent sailor didn’t process Wayne’s paperwork properly. It never left his desk.
So the bonus didn’t get approved.
So Wayne didn’t reenlist.
Never fear, he does have a job. Because we moved a few months before his enlistment was up, he had to sign an extension to his current enlistment. He’ll be in the Navy for a couple more years.
After that? Who knows. This is a big deal, and frankly it’s not being handled very well by his command.
We’ve had a rough few weeks. The desktop computer died, the washer broke, we have ants in the kitchen and all the bathrooms, I’ve had a painful stiff neck and headache for four days, and oh yeah some moron kept us from getting a bonus that you’d better believe we had plans for.
I do believe that God works all things for our good and his glory, so maybe someday we’ll see the good in this debacle.
But if one more thing goes wrong this week, you may find me sitting on the floor laughing hysterically at nothing, babbling incoherently like a crazy woman. Stay tuned.