Keep your voices down

I feel like shit. Seriously. It seems that i don't have anymore things to live for. All i do everyday is drudge work, just like the ultimate 'sai kang' warrior. Like, Ivan! Where are the rations? Ivan! Throw the trash! WTF!!! For god's sake, i'm a friggin 3rd Sergeant, but yet i'm still being treated like shit. I'm like the lowest ranking guy in the course i'm attending now. Its full of regulars. Ok, fine. Some of the regular specialist are kinda cool. I just can't stand them smoking all over the place, especially when they decide that they need a communal smoke break and just smoke all over the place. It's like the haze, only much worse. But oh man, fuck all the bloody long-winded warrant officers. They have too much to say. Every night without fail, we'll end trainig late because those bastards have to have their 2-cents worth before they are happy. Ok, its not really 2-cents, more like 5 bucks worth. They just keep rambling on and on and on... It just keeps going. A little like this blog, but they are worse. I wouldn't want to be in their tender care any longer than i have to. Only 3 more weeks. This starting to sound like the time i was a trainee Corporal. Haha. This feeling kinda sucks but i guess its temporary.

The feeling is worse, now that i have lost my first office politics battle. Maybe i tried taking too big a bite out of the cake, targeting my OC as prime target No. 1. Haha. Shit. She somehow found out that i actually really hated her despite the friendly facade i put up around her. Well, i used to pride myself with my subtle skills of deception and manipulation. I guess that i'm getting rusty, but what the fuck. Haha.

I'm seriously damn confused witht the signals i'm getting now. What do they mean? What should i do?