Synopsis

Well, after I wrote that last post I went back to work, and something big went down. Maybe I should start from the very beginning... I'll try to keep to the main events. As I've mentioned, last fall I was assaulted by an authority figure in my unit. A big investigation happened, and I was told to keep my mouth shut while all this happened. He was immediately removed from the unit temporarily until the investigating authority was able to put forth a conclusion on guilt. I however had to stay at the unit during that time. It was quite a lengthy amount of time for the investigation to wrap up, but when it did I found myself still at the school. I was told that it wasn't a good time for the unit since the other person in my section was retiring. We needed to find and train a replacement before I could leave. The next excuse was that I needed to find and train a replacement for myself. These two new people and now a third and fourth have come into my section and are fully capable of doing my job, but still I haven't left. Why?! A couple months ago I finally asked my big boss what the deal was. He then said I just needed to go find a a job somewhere else. I did, but still I stayed. Then I was told I needed to take a couple of classes to benefit my career. What? At this point I knew there was no way they were going to let me leave willingly, so I went to visit one of my good friends for advice. She's one of those gals that knows it all and will tell me exactly what I need to hear when I'm falling apart. She told me to call up my branch manager (the person in charge of assigning medics to different units across the whole Army) to let them know my situation. I did, and in a blink I had orders sending me to another unit at Fort Campbell. I thought everything was finally going to work out until the assignments manager here at Fort Campbell called to talk to my big boss. It turns out he put a lock on my position so no one could move me. I broke down at that point. I sat in my little cubicle at work and balled my eyes out. I should know by now that I can't do anything in private at work, because just when I thought I was alone another head honcho walked over to ask what was wrong. I spilled the beans and he sent me to the commander's office where I spilled the beans again and a few more tears. The commander had no idea that all this was happening and made me feel better about the situation, but also told me that he'd have to talk to my big boss before he'd let me go. This was what I was dreading. I went to lunch for an hour, and came back hoping all was well. I wasn't in the door two seconds before my section leader called me in for a verbal smack down for jumping the chain of command. I asked permission to explain myself, but he said "I don't want to hear it!" So, I just sat there and took it. Finally, at the end of my lashing he asked me if I had anything to say for myself. I started to cry again followed by babbles of everything that had transpired over the past year all the way up to earlier that day. He then proceeded to tell me that I was being released to another unit on post. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't think. I was drained emotionally, but so relieved to be rid of my poison. I still don't have orders yet, but I hope and pray every spare second that they'll come today. I dread every breath I have to take in that place, and I know that I'm on the edge of screaming at the next tick of the clock. I'm holding back the rage and anguish with every thread of strength I have at this point. I just hope I can hold up a bit longer.