Things were moving along. I was getting to know the soldiers in my barracks and learning the ropes at SJA (Staff Judge Advocate), which would be like --well, in Army terms my squad, I guess. In civilian terms my office. I still wasn't loving my room and lack of privacy but our new bathrooms were complete so at least there wasn't that whole business to deal with.
The new bathrooms were quite nice with one exception -- we still didn't have private showers. There was just one big shower room. I hated it but as time went along we all sort of just fell into a routine/schedule that afforded some level of privacy.
This was the space I lived in (for a while) that was originally bunked. That's all Uncle Sam gave me; a bed, a small 3-drawer dresser, and a wall-locker!
I added the white shelf then put contact paper behind it so when the door was opened, it gave some element of privacy. The downside to that was the inside of the contact paper was tacky so everything stuck to it, including dust! The balloon in the corner was from my party!
This gives you the perspective of where my space was in relation to the door. As you can see, as soon as it was open, my entire bed/area was exposed! Gasp! What is that Pepsi can doing there? Wow, things in Germany were so much worse than I even remembered! Where's the Coke? One thing I was thankful for that you can barely see here --in the bottom left corner you see the end of the bed of the person that stayed across from me. She had an old metal Army bed --I was glad to have the wooden frame --made things a bit more homey. I mean, a teeny tiny bit more.
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