And it wasn't, really.
But then, the personnel folks wanted a new "transfer information sheet"--which I'd completed, including the requisite medical screening, when I got the Boxer orders the first time. Fortunately, our admin convinced them of the idiocy of their request, and they decided to just change the dates on the form they already had. Go figure. I had no idea it would be so--difficult. Paperless Navy, my ass.
In other news, have nearly cleaned out my desk. Passed around the notes and supplies and such that everyone else wanted, and disposed of the rest properly. Much shredding. :o) I hate cleaning out someone else's old crap, and I'm certainly not leaving it for anyone else to deal with. In fact, that seems to be part and parcel of my history. I did it in the shop on Guam (Tons of broken crap stuffed into file cabinets!) the 3M office on Samuel Gompers (ten copies of a single instruction!), at FTC in three courses (although more time was spent tidying curriculum), on Decatur after I took over as the Chief, and then again at ATRC and at ATG, where the empty desks became massive archives of useless paperwork. None of that is going to be left behind in my desk. I am the Shredder Queen! All shall see me and despair!