Trapped in Korea: Episode Three

Today I reached my limit. I was tested and I failed. Today for the fifth time in two months I was called upon to provide a urine sample for a random drug test. A very important inventory for one of my additional duties was lost, only to turn up later in a very inappropriate spot. To round out the day I called a staff sergeant a "fucking jackass" loud enough that people emptied out of their offices to see what the commotion was. When I was told to control myself I simply responded with "I did".
No, today is not what I would call a good day. Considering the "yuck" that was today started last night when I got home from soccer practice, wanting only to take a nice hot shower. Only to find out that since, the temperature dropped to the mid thirties, the hot water for the building was out. So I decided to get up early. Enabling myself to shower before work. This morning the water was even colder, as if to mock me in some sick form of foreshadowing for the day. Then to arrive at work to find a very important inventory was "missing". We stopped working on everything to search for it. The search was only stopped when I received my phone call for a "mandatory appointment", which really only means one thing. So I had to walk the two and a half miles to our squadron, to pick up a little letter telling me to report to a building on the other side of base. All so that I could once again pee in a cup. So three miles to the clinic, three miles back to the squadron and two and a half back to the shop and, there went my morning. I arrived in the shop in time to go to lunch. After lunch I gave up on the search for the inventory and started the process of making a new one because, no one ever bothered to make a digital copy. About four pages into the 173 page process shift turn over started. Upon completion of the regular shift inventory the 173 page inventory we had lost, was found. In the bottom of the safe. When it was set on my desk I was told "you may want to talk to...". The thought was never completed. I immediately turned to the Staff Sergeant who opened the safe this morning and blurted out "you fucking jackass!" before I could walk away and, walk away I did. However, the moron followed me and asked, "what did I do?". To which there was only one response, "obviously not your job! You failed to actually check the safe this morning." I proceeded to explain, rather loudly that I had been looking for the binder that was found in the safe, all morning. Also, that there was no way he could have missed it, if he had in fact checked the safe. The argument was broken up by a Master Sergeant who's office is all the way on the other side of our rather large shop. The Master Sergeant told me I need to restrain myself, I explained that I did. I finished the thought in my head, "The moron is still alive, I think that shows tremendous restraint."
To some this whole exchange may seem like an over reaction to a simple mistake. However, there are a few things that should be explained. For starters, if our safe had been inspected today it would have failed thanks to the binder being in there when it shouldn't be. That means 24 hr coverage for the shop, straight through the weekend. Second, it would have been only one persons fault, the idiot who "checked" the safe. Which means that he pencil whipped yet another inspection, something this Sergeant is well known for doing. Third, this Staff Sergeant is the same one that I reported not even a month ago for being outwardly, openly racist. He and I worked together for six weeks, just the two of us on a shift. We were separated because, I reported him. I found out this morning that in the midst of him most likely getting kicked out of the Air Force for his racist comments, our flight is nominating him for NCO of the quarter. An award which is supposed to be given to the best of the best NCOs.
Needless to say at this point, I am close to ripping the stripes and Air Force badge of my uniform and throwing them at my supervisor as I walk out.