I've Got News

I'm slightly psychic.

I can't predict the future and no, I wouldn't be able to pick the winning numbers of the lottery but I can feel with things are going to happen. Maybe it's just instinct. After meeting a person I can usually tell if we're going to get along after five minutes and if a stranger starts chatting with me online I can usually feel if they're a bad seed or not.

But anyhow. Last night I knew someone was going to call and wake me up in the morning. As I drifted off to sleep I remember thinking,

"It's going to suck when the phone rings.."

And sure enough, the phone did ring.

It was someone asking for Tom. Tom was asleep beside me so I shook him and informed him someone was on the line for him. He took it and immediately woke up. He called the woman on the line 'ma'am' and it was "Yes ma'am," this and "Yes ma'am" that. I kept thinking, "Okay..??" When he got off the phone he looked worried.

"That was my first sgt. She wants me to come in.."

For those not in the military, it is not a good thing when your first sgt calls. It generally means that you're in some kind of trouble. And Tom, well, he was starting to panic.

"I didn't DO anything. What did I DO? She wouldn't tell me she just said to come in at 4. But I don't have to be in uniform. That's weird. If I were in trouble I'd be in uniform right?"

He looked at me for an answer.

"Um. Right?" I replied, half asleep.

Tom kept prattling on and on beside me.

"What did I do? What did I do?"

And while he was worrying I told him he didn't have to worry because I didn't feel that he was in trouble.

"I can generally feel if something is going to go wrong. And right now I feel nothing. So you're okay," I told him.

Tom didn't believe me I guess because he still panicked. He got out of bed and started to pace back and forth.

"I've got to call my supervisor. See if he knows anything. Oh my God what did I DOOOO?"

Needless to say I didn't get back to sleep. Tom was still in panic mode..he asked if I wanted to go to the base to help get his mind off things. So when Tommy came home we did. He worried about it the whole drive there. Then he went,

"I'm dropping you off at the BX. I've got to see my first sgt now. I can't wait. Okay?"

He was gone before I had time to answer.

I didn't find much at the BX. Same oh, same oh. Oh wait I found socks. Because my socks have holes in them.

Tom found us in the store and he didn't look calm.

"Okay I just got back from talking with my first sgt and she said to just report into work as usual tonight while she gathered up all the facts. Gathered up WHAT facts? What did I DOOOO?" Tom said.

"I'm sure it's fine sweetheart.."

"She didn't seem mad though. That's a plus..but why does she have to gather facts? And she asked for my supervisors name. Oh I'm in trouble. I'm in deep trouble. What did I doooo??"

Poor guy.

He got a cinnabun to try and help calm him down. I got a strawberry chillata. Then we went back home.

Found TWO messages from his supervisor and he sounded pissed.

"Senior Airman *insert last name here* where are you? I just got a call from the first sgt. What the hell is going on? Call me back as soon as you can."

Those are pretty much what the messages said.

The color drained from Tom's face.

"Oh my GOD!" he moaned as he dialed his supervisors number.

I was a little worried at this point. But I still felt in my gut it would be okay. I listened as Tom talked with his supervisor. He told him about the call from his 1st sgt. Then he went,

"Sir I have no idea what I could have done..is it my leadership skills?"

Then his supervisor must've asked if he wanted the truth because Tom went,

"Yes sir, the truth would be great. Because I'm in panic mode here."

This was followed by,

"Really? You're joking..thank you sir. Goodbye sir."

He hung up the phone and stared off into space with a goofy smile on his face.

"What?" I asked.

Tom looked over at me. "Well.." he said lacing his hands behind his head and leaning back. "It seems that I made staff."

My jaw dropped open.

"REALLY?"

Then I gave him a big hug, told him I was proud of him..seriously this is HUGE. He didn't seem to study that much. I think I even wrote an entry about it. But he did it.

He's an E-5!

The commander is coming by tonight to give him his stripe. Tom just finished ironing his uniform up and shining his boots. He wants to look perfect he says.

I'm so proud of him.

And he's in such a good mood. He was all, "Buy what you want, do what you want! Woohoo!"

He stopped short of clicking his heels together..