That didn't go well.
I tried to find a new recruiter. Note, tried. You see. I called 411 and asked for the Navy recruiter in Mira Mesa, CA. I KNOW there is one there. The lady tells me she doesn't have a listing. But, she says "how about San Diego?" Okay, I can drive a bit. "Okay I'll send you to the first one." She connects me.
Guy answers "World's Finest Navy.. blah blah blah." So I give him the schpiel. Explain to him that I already have a recruiter. And everything going on; knees, migraine, amazing asvab.
He responds. I hear his accent. OH. SHIT.
So I ask him "you're in Escondido huh?" Yuuuuup. Fuck.
He knew exactly who I was. How do I cover this up? I don't. I apologize- profusely. Tell him I wasn't trying to do anything and that I was extremely frustrated with my recruiter. And not necessarily that I was still waiting, but that I had no communication and he lost my number-twice. You see, it wasn't my direct recruiter. Nope. It was his boss. So I totally ended up calling out my recruiter to his boss.
I won't be showing my face (or calling) around there any time soon....