April 12, 2005

  • Well, Alex called this morning.  He found out this morning that what he'd suspected had happened, was exactly what had happened.

    He'd been forgotten.  That's
    why he's never received orders.  The man in charge of issuing them
    had gotten through the trombones who were excelled out (which I think
    ought to be "acceled", short for "accelerated") out, then thought he
    was done.

    Forgot the lone tubist. 

    One of Alex's superiors had been on vacation and returned this morning,
    quite astonished to learn Alex had yet to receive his orders. 
    Made a phone call, thus bringing to light that the orders weren't
    coming, as the guy had simply overlooked the necessity of providing
    them.

    Only thing I can't figure out is how he got unofficial, verbal
    information that he'll be posted to Tennessee, if the person who issues
    the orders wasn't aware he was supposed to be doing so for Alex. 

    Anyway, Alex was pleased on the one hand that they should be coming
    tomorrow or the next day, and frustrated that another of his superiors
    had never bothered making that same phone call.  He's determined
    that as soon as they arrive, he's going to work hard to get him and his
    family to the new post ASAP.  "I want to get to my band," he groaned.