Culture Shock

Ok, Y'all I've arrived at my (Country Inns & Suites) hotel for my AF training, because they didn't have on base housing available. I'm really suffering a little from culture shock, as when I went to check into billeting-- it was like stepping into a really fancy hotel-- complete with flowing water/light display behind the counter, and people in hotel uniforms.

They could probably tell I was a little prior-Army clueless, b/c of my raised voice, "This is billeting?!" I feel like God has set me up for cushy. It's a good thing he's into obedience, b/c I don't feel like I'm sacraficing much.

Except for some pride. I had been using a red pen in the taxi cab to fill out a receipt. The driver asked me a question, "I thought he said, 'Did you cut your hand?" B/c when I looked down there was a big red mark of ink where my pen had bled out onto my hand. I said, "OH, It's just ink." But apparently, he wasn't concerned b/c he said, "No-- is it Country Inns?" Those crazy southern mumbling accents.

The funny thing is my hand wasn't the only place I got ink. I didn't realize until I got to my hotel room that I checked in and had a big red splotch on my cheek next to my nose. Not just a little-- a serious splotch! I'm sure it looked like a big bright, red birthmark. Once again, welcome to my life.