I do not want to join the Army. Nor, for that matter, do I want to join the Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, nor Air Force. But the Navy, Marines, Coast Guard, and Air Force all stopped trying to get me to join a few months after I moved out of my parent’s house and started college.
The Army stopped for a couple years, but has begun calling me again.
Part of this is my fault, because I did not submit a piece of paper to the registrar of the college telling them to never release my information to anyone ever. I haven’t done that because if I do that, I lose some of the help that the Career Services office has to offer, and also (because my college is run by stupid people) they won’t release my on-campus phone number to members of the college community, such as classmates and professors.
So I got a call over winter break, between Christmas and New Years.
“Hi NinjaChick, this is Sergeant Testicles with the US Army…”
I explained that I am not going to join the Army, I am not interested in joining the Army, and even if I was the Army would not want me to join. I assured him I know all about the fantastic opportunities the Army presents me with, such as “wearing a lame uniform” and “being a file clerk because you’re a chick who doesn’t want to be a nurse” and “crawling around in the mud with a dummy rifle for six weeks because clearly that is an essential skill for all future uniformed file clerks”. I said so in very polite terms, and promised that if I should happen to have a change of heart I’ll be in touch, and even obligingly pretended to copy down his phone number. I figured that was that, because seriously, I’m in my final semester of college, and at that point if you’re going to join, it’s not going to be because a recruiter called you.
Wrong! I got another call earlier this week, this time on my landline here out at school, which lacks caller ID!
“Hi, NinjaChick, it’s Sergeant Penis…”
I informed him that I had spoken to his colleague recently, and again, I’m not going to join. Won’t, can’t, would sooner light my head on fire. Yes, I know all about the GI Bill and that it can be used towards graduate work, and I’m still not going to join the Army, so do not call me again.
The phone rings this evening, around 7.
“Hi, NinjaChick, it’s Sergeant Testicles…”
“I AM NOT GOING TO JOIN THE FUCKING ARMY, I DO NOT WANT TO JOIN THE FUCKING ARMY, YOU DO NOT WANT ME TO JOIN THE FUCKING ARMY BECAUSE I’M TOO DAMN SHORT AND MY EYES DON’T WORK RIGHT AND I HAVE LIKE A TEN-MINUTE MILE AND I’M JUST PEACHY WITH THAT AND YOU ARE WASTING YOUR FUCKING TIME SO STOP CALLING ME!”
“I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of the loan repayment programs we have to offer…”
“Either you are a computer or just a fucking idiot because I just said I AM NOT GOING TO JOIN THE ARMY AND YOU ARE WASTING MY TIME AND YOUR TIME DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE CALL ME AGAIN!”
“Okay, would there be a better time to call you back?”
“Yes, NEVER. NEVER would be a great time to try to talk me into joining the Army. Seriously, DO NOT CALL ME AGAIN, DIPSHIT.”
Aaaargh. I don’t know why, but that really bothered me and has been stewing all night. Why does saying, “I’m not interested in any way, shape, or form, in joining the Army, don’t call me again,” apparently mean, "Oh, yes, keep calling me! And then when I again tell you not to call, call me again! And when I tell you a third time DO NOT CALL ME BECAUSE YOU ARE WASTING EVERYONE’S TIME, ask if there’s a better time to call, because obviously what I meant was, “oh yes, tell me more! Call back when I have more time to discuss the three shitty jobs you can offer me!”