Not just my wingman (Lesbian Story)

Military life

Brittany

Seems like I'm always getting bounced around from shift to shift. That's the way it is in the "flight line" world. How do they expect you to get the proper rest doing that crap? It kills me when supervision gets upset that you are late after all that shift changing. Last time I checked, I am a human being. Not a robot. So, they shouldn't expect so much. I can't wait until these two weeks are up so I can go back to the "cool kids" shift. Day shift blows. All the "super airman wannabes of the Air Force" are on that shift. You can't have a moments peace with them around. There's always someone lurking around to find an airman to flex their ultimate knowledge on. Once they have their target, out flows the rules and regulations. They're like robots programed to seek out regulation breakers. I swear, it just makes me want to pour a bucket of water on them and hope they will short out. I look at them and I just imagine it all. I can just see all the sparks flying and their heads spinning around. I know it sounds way out there but, I'm not the one acting like a robot and trying to be better than everyone. I just live my life (to a certain extent) and do my job. Isn't that what is expected?

Damn, I forgot that I turned one of my half sleeves into a whole one. Now, I'll have to wear my ABU top all the time. Ugh! I just know I'm going to have that one "super trooper" all down my throat if I have my top off. I don't understand all the preaching. It's not like I can just go to the latrine and just wash it off. It doesn't work that way and I know that they know that. The control issues some of them have are the worst. Because you can't control your wife and/or kids at home, you think you can make up for it at work. No, way! They might can work that crap on the other airman but, not this one. I'm a whole different breed. The guys on nights never gave me shit about it. We all have a lot of ink. Plus, the regulation about tattoos can be taken more than one way. So, one can't really say it's too much ink. I'm not happy about hearing "Airman Jackson" all everyday either. It's like you are a number or something. It's like there is no room to be yourself. On nights, people call me "BJ". That makes me so much more alive. All that formal stuff isn't needed all the time. Geez, live a little! It's okay to have a nickname. Like I said, nights are where all the cool kids are.

Sunday is coming to an end. God! I have this "love/hate" relationship with Sundays.Especially, when I am a day shifter. I get so anxious. It seems like I haven't done everything I wanted to do. So, it's like I get this burst of energy right at the time I should be getting ready for bed. Ugh! I really hate it! But anyway, I have "lame shift" in the AM. So, I should try to fight the anxiety and get some rest. I don't want to hear preaches on how being on time is important. By the way, they never told me why they wanted me on days. I hate when that happens. They just move you around like you are just some painting on the wall or something. I guess I'll find out in the morning. Well, I have already showered up and laid out my uniform. I'm starting to feel it now. Man, I'm ready to tap out. [Laying there trying to drift off, text messages start to flood Brittany's iPhone.] Are you kidding me right now? I just started to get sleepy. Well, it's not like I do not know who it is. Probably my aggravating ex-girlfriend. I just know it. It's about that time for her to bug me. She hasn't said anything in quite a while.

I guess, I will "entertain" her for a little bit and I'm going to sleep. I don't have time for the bull. [Brittany picks up the phone.] I knew it! It's my annoying ass ex of a fem. She's so much. You know what? I am not entertaining her nonsense at all. I'm so over it. I dropped her like bad habit three months ago. She thinks she's too damn pretty to be dumped by anyone. That chick thinks her pussy is platinum. She throws being a "fem" around like it's some black card to getting whatever she wants. I wish I could slap whoever pumped her head up so much. She really isn't all that. The girl is basic as they come. Also, she wouldn't know a chicken from a pigeon. The poor girl is missing a few beers from her six pack. [Instead of responding, Brittany erase all the text messages.] I swear, fems can be a big ass headache. God knows, I can't get enough of them though. Even though dealing with some of them can be a bit overwhelming. Finally, no more chimes. Now, I can get some sleep. I see that she finally got the point that I'm not going to respond to her mess.

I don't know why she thinks she can control everything and everyone. I told her a million times that I didn't want her anymore. She just won't stop texting me. Right when you think that she is not going to text you anymore, that is when she floods your phone with complete nonsense. I suppose she gets bored and can't find any other stud to annoy. I can't wait until she does. I need a break from her ass. More like an eternal one. When I say I'm done, I mean that shit. Fuck this! I will say something to her. I'm tired in so many ways of her. I know that I probably shouldn't say this but, I feel like it should be said. Maybe this will really get the point across and stop future text message floods from her. "I hope you get a brain and quit wasting your time texting me.", I texted before falling asleep.