It’s Official: Poland Hates Me

So I’m stuck in good ole Polski land for the next weeks and have been for the past few weeks. The weather is atrocious, but this I have come to expect. As it turns out, there are a number of things I should learn to expect whenever I visit Poland (that is, if I were ever to do it again).

Every time I go to Poland, we end up on lock down. At least last time, it took a few tries before everyone was consigned to the barracks and nowhere else. This time around, all it took was a couple of days. Our first weekend out, an incident occurred and no one was allowed to do anything–drink, go out to eat, go shopping–until today. Which brings me to point #2.

Every time I go to Poland, I visit Warsaw. Granted, this is not by choice, but the last time I came here it was so much prettier, busier, warmer. I miss Vitamin K so much. So far, my trip today has consisted of hunting down places to hide from the wind and eke out free Wifi services with Zachary and two other good friends. My success should be well-identified by the fact that I’m writin this in a tiny little Warsaw café(?) called MGEAT… I think. Haha.

Every time I go to Poland, I get a roommate in the rear during my absence. What I mean is that last time I had a roommate that left while I was gone and she was promptly replaced with another female. This time around I finally had gotten rid of my roommate (she got a house because babies aren’t allowed in the B’s… somehow lucky and unlucky all in one). I thought I was in the clear. However yesterday my First Sergeant came to tell me that–ding! ding! ding!–I now have a roommate and some of my things are being moved to make room for her, as I’d pretty much taken the place for myself. I’D PLANNED ON NEVER HAVIN A ROOMMATE FOR THE DURATION OF MY STAY IN GERMANY. IT’S SO HARD TO GET ALONG WITH OTHER FEMALES. And what am I gonna do with Zachary? This is just one big mess I’m gonna have to deal with whenever I get back to Germany.

Every time I go to Poland, the shower situation sucks. Last year they were balls-cold and the curtains, which was all that divided your naked body from discovery, always tore so easily. This year it’s better but our commander, who just so happens to be a female, has been down our throats about hair in the shower because the drains are slow enough and it’s just gross. No one knows who is doing it but every female is paying the price because there is a CLEANING ROSTER NOW. I don’t think a group of 15 or so grown ass women could be treated more like children.

Every time I go to Poland, the Internet blows dick. I don’t know what’s worse–last year’s having to fight for hard lines or this year’s having to fight for bandwidth. There’s wifi in the B’s but SOMEONE keeps hogging it all in a collective of like 60 something people. It’s ridiculous. I can’t even check my email.

Those are my only real gripes. The Polish military personnel we are workin with are neat guys (and gals), and the work schedule isn’t as bad as I was led to believe but it does still suck and it is still very, very cold. All in all, I’m just waitin to get back stateside, whether that be still enlisted or as a civilian. Right now the waters are lookin… not rocky, but unpredictable. Here’s a picture to take away from this madness.

just hangin around McDonald’s in downtown Toruń with my boyfriend. Nothing special. :P