The lowdown: I get called on Sunday by my unit, asking why I missed drill. Now this is odd, since I'm now IRR and don't need to go to drill. And I tell them this. They tell me I'm not in the IRR. I call bullshit, because my contract says it. They call bullshit because their copies of my contract say otherwise.
Now I am on the road back from dropping my brother off at that Big 10 school in Champaign-Urbana, and not in direct access of my copy of the contract right now. So I tell them I'll call them on Monday and deal with it then.
So I get home, and get out my copy of the contract from my safe. (Unwritten rule #1 of the Army: KEEP THE ORIGINAL OR A COPY OF EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF PAPERWORK YOU GET.) And I glance over it, and what do I see but...
There's nothing checked off for my status for the Army. (In fact, here's a scan of it so you can see. Block 1, to be specific. And the only thing I have changed on here is that I blanked out mt SSN, because I'm not dumb enough to post that.) And since it's computer generated and all the copies will be the same, that means their copies should have nothing checked off too.
I call them and inform them of this. They tell me that their copies are checked and that's the one I have to honor.
... So someone who has access to my files took it upon themselves to check off one without my knowledge or consent. (Or, there's an outside chance that my signature has be forged on a whole new set of documents.) And I have to honor this contract.
Oh HELL NO. I know what the hell I was signing for, and it wasn't re-upping for another year. I have personal crap I want to take care of, plus the back problems to deal with, so if I didn't drop the Army for a bit something else may have given way.
Now I'm pretty pissed off at this point, but something else is what has me really riled. I was told that "I could've whited out my copy of my contract."
That, right there, put me in a place I haven't been in quite a while. So now I will be going to my unit soon, not only to physically see their copies, but to confirm with the retention NCO on what I'm supposed to be. (It was the Battalion retention NCO, not the company's, who did the paperwork.)
And I'm glad I'm not in my happy place, because now I going to have to raise so much hell that China will wind up occupying it former spot. And trying to raise that much hell is hard to do from your happy place.
(I will, however, be in my happy place for Easter. Because my friends and family will always take precedence over the Army.)