Today I went to a briefing where I was suppose to learn how to fill out the paper work for our move to Georgia in a few months...it took two hours real time, and 9,000 hours of my life-depending on how you look at it:
A sampling of the wonderful dialogue:
"If you do not fill out Block 7-a. properly, than you will be getting a phonecall in the midst of your transfer and then you will have to move all your property yourself. This will, of course, get in the way of your plans to visit Mt. Rushmore or Disney Land.....or....stopping off at Grandmas....or your visit to.....what's that place in Florida?"
And it was about THAT time that I lost the will to live.