TL;DR

Yesterday. Was horrendous.
The day starts off at 3am with our roomate stumbling into the room covered in mud, turning on the lights and making noise. My other roomate asks him to turn off the light if he doesn't need it and he just starts rambling on about how he planted his car into a flooded ditch. The whole time I'm trying to ignore the light and sleep, and the whole time all he doing is either sitting in the chair, stumbling around, or staring at the mirror, all while only wear his underwear. I finally just say to hell with it and just get on my laptop since there's no way I'm going to get any sleep with this guy. He notices that I'm half asleep on my laptop and stumbles over and asks if I wanna know what happened to his car and I tell him "Yeah, I heard." So after hanging around in the chair for 3 hours he finally quickly gets dressed (if you could call it dressed) and flys out the door making god awful noise, slamming the door (twice), and leaving the light on. We highly doubted his sobriety.
At work we complain, and deal with the usual junk that comes with the work day. As the days is about to end they make us do a shop PT, which is a total waste of time since myself and my roomate along with another go to the gym every day and put in a real workout. After finishing the run (jog), we end up having to do a gear re-inspection, so we haul all of our tactical gear out and lay it out for them to check off our stuff.
Finally, the three of us get to the gym and do a great workout. Its at about this point the night starts to salvage the day, as after getting back from the gym and showering, up we all feel great and relaxed. The other guy we work out with (great man btw), decides to take us to this awesome mexican restaurant where we order a couple beers, relax even more, have great food, and chat. We come back and jump into bed feeling great, at least until the next day.

We gather up in the morning wearing flak, kevlar, and gas mask pouch with gas mask. They load everyone into a 7ton truck and take us to the gas chamber. The whole day it's cold and raining. They pass out MOPP suits for everyone to wear, gather us up in the bleachers to give us 3 hours of classes that should only take like 30 minutes (how to use your gas mask and the different types of contaminants, and how to react to them). Not to mention myself and a few others had the privlage of demonstrating the skin decontamination kit, a little pad covered in charcoal like power that you smear all over your face. Afterwards, they make us run a little obstacle trail in MOPP suits and gas masks. Finally we get to the whole reason we're there: line up in the gas chamber, see that our mask works, do some jumping jacks, and choke on some CS gas.
We finally get back, I wash the black junk off my face which makes the CS gas still stuck to my face go ballistic and make my face burn. Then we have to grab fast chow from the mess hall because we have to drive out to the airbase for a class (I chuckles at the lady workign at the chow hall becuase everyone with CS gas stuck to their uniforms was making the air itchy to breath). WE drive 2 hours to the airbase for a 20 some minute demonstration on how to use a fancy scale, then drive 2 hours back. Lastly, I thought the two I work out with are already up at the gym, so I run up there to try and catch them only to find out they hadn't left yet, so I had to work out by myself, which sucks.

Just a really bad start for a week is all, and I felt like complaining, so there.
(inb4 suck it up/quit yer whining.)