Alright, fine. Job first. My interview was not so much the,

"Well tell me a little about yourself, Sarah. What will make you an asset to my company?"

and more the

"Thanks for coming out today, Sarah. Okay, what I want you to do today is blahblahblah... Christi can show you how."

*Mrs. Singletary leaves*

"Soooo, Christi. Think I got the job?"

"Uhhh... YEAH."

So I am employed. $6 an hour. Screen printing. Cleaning. Babysitting. Hanging out with a ton of good friends. It's all gravy, baby.

Now... Mark says WHAT? He's positively mad, I tell you. Mark [Raider Team CO, my company CO, and the object of my obsession hormonal desire] is setting up a rope bridge for the cadet freshies to play on tomorrow. At the AAR [After Action Review] today, Colonel asked if he wanted anyone specific to be assigned to him.

At first, it made sense. All very active Raiders. All people who had been on the team for years.

Jake Durant, Joseph Barron, and Amber Burgess.

He needed another girl to help the fresh-women to put their swiss seats on. Kristin Michaels [who is one of those hardcore Raider for two years people] volunteered to do it.

Oh, but no.

He says, "Aaaaaand... Vermillion."

*blink blink*

Mark says WHAT?

"Uhhh, honey? I don't know how to do anything with a rope bridge, I'm not on Raiders, remember."

"Then we'll have to teach you, won't we?"

*blink blink*

I don't know a swiss seat from the swiss alps. I am the ONLY person assigned to run the rope bridge tomorrow that is NOT a Raider.

PURE INSANITY, I tell you.

Now, I know what all my friends who want to keep my spirits up are thinking, "Aww, it's just because he likes you and he wants to see what you look like tied up."

But I know better... I know it's one of the following things: a. he's making a last ditch effort to recruit me for Raiders [has been trying for two years - not happening, I am the anti-raider] or b. he is trying to punish me for harassing him and giving him hell all week.

. . . or c. being outdoors all day having to listen to retarted freshmen has rotted the three brain cells he has left and he has gone truly mad.