Another WTF day…
ahh, I almost had you, didn’t I…
Yesterday, then today, two seperate sides of the world, two people that I don’t enjoy were nice with me, to me, around me. That cute kind of nice, when you know they’re just trying to get something from you…the nice that is as sweet as a double fudge, chocolate chip, chocolate iced cake…sure looks good, fuckin smells awesome, but you’ll get sick the first bite…HA! Gotcha! go wretch you wretch!
Yesterday, the ex, asking for extra money for clothes for my daughter for school. I could bitch and complain that that’s what the child support is for, but it’s not worth it. Plus, if I were home, I’d end up taking her shopping anyways, so realistically, who’s losing out here…Just making the ex the proxy for clearance racks clothe removal…It could have ended there though. Hey, Ex husband STOP Daughter needs clothes STOP send a buck or two STOP I would have understood that, and probably prefered that. I get the email though, set in 1940’s Venice, the sweet sweet story of a girl and her troubles after the war…you can hear the violins play in the background…Ya, I never got into those novels either.
Why can’t she just write like she used to talk to me….I come in the door after work, she walks out, yelling something about going out, maybe see you tomorrow, and the house is a wreck, hope you can…..door slams, truck tears out of driveway, then she’s gone. See, then it was simple, I knew I wouldn’t see her but for 3 minutes a week, and what little was ever communicated between passing was usually really short.
I’m not so sure I like the ex being chipper with me. Feels like she’s trying to disarm me before the assault. Maybe I just found it’s more reassuring in my life to hate her than anything else. Well, not hate, like dragging down the street by the ankle behind an old pickup truck right after I smashed the teeth out of her head with a coke bottle hate, more the you did your best to destroy my life and I left before it was completed and before I ultimately destroyed yours in a more of a literal fashion then spend 25 years in prison, so I’ll never be your friend but will be cordial type of hate.
Yeah, anyways…
Today, my Supervisor is the same damn way. Though, him being nice is so much more scarey. He asked questions on how to fix things and payed attention to what I taught him, tried to make jokes, and was talkative…Ick, for some reason, I feel dirty now…
You know, I looked, and I don’t see a script anywhere on this page that says today you should be nice to me. I’m not extending an open invitation for all of you’s to be dick’s, assholes, and bitches, but for fucksake, be your damn selves…
well, those were those two issues. The last one is a self issue. For some reason, when I’m hung over or very very tired, I’m fuckin’ horny. I don’t have the energy to talk coherently, don’t have the motivation to complete sente
but I can find the engergy to fuck until every muscle and vein in my body is screaming for air…I can’t do this well rested, and boy oh boy, I can’t do that when I’m drunk….Something my baby has yet to find out (since we haven’t tried to have sloppy drunk monkey sex yet, which is actually nice (maybe I’ll go into detail about that some other time)).
So, I’m sitting in my office all day, tired as hell, and damn if I don’t have a hard-on half the day. The people that sit in this office with me probably won’t enjoy reading this, but rest assured, it’s not from you hairy bastards. It’s one of those days that I enjoyed having my own place. No one around…Big Red One pops up, and well, nature takes over. Go in the bedroom, grab the tshirt that you wore the day before so you don’t leave odd little stains on the carpet and the couch, and well, I’m sure you know the rest. It’s nice because I could do that 10 times a day if I wanted, never get dressed, just walk around with the perpetual hard-on, watch tv, and fuck my hand all day.
Talking about that, any of you kids ever think about joining the military….just remember, all your sex in life comes in one to two week doses a year…that’s it. you spend 50+ weeks a year fucking your hand. Wives and girlfriends get mad at us for looking at porn, but jesus christ, the only other two options we have are cheating on you, or becoming gay and choking down a big fat cock…which, I suppose, is still cheating on you. No kids, the military isn’t a life of glamour and women in fact don’t even like you. If you’re an ugly kid, you’ll have even less likely hood of ever getting laid. Why do you think grunts go after all the fat chicks and the ho’s? because we only have a week to get some fucking pussy to augment our imaginations for the next 6-9 months. We go after what’s guarantee’d. Join the Army son, your country needs you….and you’ll learn all 212 techniques to stroking yourself….You haven’t beat off until you’ve beat off while under fire kid.
and how the hell did I get here.
anyways. Only a few more months, then Uncle Sugar is through with us….We get a General somewhere to signoff on the fact that “Yes, they are in fact so full of bullshit that we have no more use for them” and then send us home. It’s going to be a long flight. We’ll be tired. Too tired….means I’ll be horny…
So you comin to see me baby?
Throbbing, Pulsing
Am I the only one that notices the vein popping out of the side of my head? It seems that it should be large enough to be noticed by ….huh? What the hell did you think I was talking about?
Today, the vein was throbbing noticeably at about 5am this morning. That was about the time that I found out that the PT test that I was supposed to take was moved up an hour, and well, nobody seemed to think that it was necessary to notify me about it until well, 5am. It was put out via email yesterday was the response I got. Hey wiseguy, ya, you with the snappy signature line somehow hinting that you’re a professional, a leader…did you think that I come in on my day off to read emails? Oh, well, I notified your supervisor. Ahh, failure point number two. He won’t tell me unless it is told that it possibly would reflect negatively on him…That set off reason #2 I’m annoyed to no end. Last night, for the 20th or so time, I hear a junior enlisted soldier come in and tell me that my supervisor was bitching to him, about me. This time, it seems, the super is mad that I’m on detail and not coming to work. Well, Mr. Genius, that’s what happens when you task me out all the time on DETAILS! I don’t mind, because I’m not in the office, however. He shouldn’t mind either, since he has a penchant for going around and telling everyone that I don’t do anything. If I didn’t accomplish anything, why does he care when I’m not here?
Well, I talked to the super’s super today about that very issue. It’s getting to the point of angering me, not just irritating me anymore. I’m seriously getting pissed. The thing is, the Super will never understand that. I can back him in the corner and tell him to knock it off, and he seems to just phase out of reality and all of a sudden focus on the most arbitrary of subjects, and argues with said subject, pretending that it makes any sort of sense. Either that, or he just leaves and doesn’t come back for a day, saying he’s got something to work on. Funny, nobody EVER knows where he’s at.
The email leadership here seems to think the NCO creed is something we should know ( I do, by heart, and have since I was a senior SPC 9 years ago….do you?), they email it around as a form of punishment to read, yet, the same people are the ones who seem to completely disregard that document. I have recited those words to myself damn near every day for who knows how long, just like I used to sing the 101st Rendezvous With Destiny every morning when I was there, every morning before PT. Is it a form of self brain-washing? I don’t think so. As with any document, they’re up for personal interpretation. Here, however, I’ve been told that I’m not allowed to interpret, just blindly follow as a lemming follows his friend. One more ridge-line my dear friend, and we’ll be home…..
So, I’m back in my daytime cell, with not much to do. Some quality study time will be had today I’m afraid, since I can’t justify not doing anything but sitting on my ass.
I just had to bitch, to all of you dirty minded souls out there…Have a good day…
Goals and Career
First thing that happens…Someone last night got bored and played with permissions on the share directory…They played with it so well that now everyone that needs permissions to Our folders doesn’t have it, and a lot of people who have absolutely no idea these folders exist do. Make sense? Oddly, around here, it makes plenty of sense. Thankfully it’s Saturday, or we’d have a bunch of annoyed customers calling, and we’d have no way of fixing the problems. All we can do is what we’re doing, changing what we can, and harassing the people who can.
The super comes in today, and asks my counterpart to for all intents and purposes, write his own award for being here. That makes sense, the guy can’t read instructions, or refuses to, so if he doesn’t know, of course he’s going to pawn it off and make it sound like its the Great Honor of the day. (No pun intended). I asked him, why are you asking so many questions of him, and not any of those from me. Now, going back last week, the Super told me he had a meeting with the Queen about yours truly. I asked what about? Naturally, since I know him and his ability to truly fuck me over, he said It’s nothing…Ahh, so I haven’t seen the Queen in two weeks, and I guess she just misses the ability to insult me daily. Anyways, talking about the awards today, and the Super says the Queen specifically says that I will not get an award. I asked why? He said, well, I’m going to try and get you an AAM. Ahh, so, on top of working my ass off, and putting up with you and the Queen, I get to get a bitch slap in the face. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t care one bit about getting any award out here, it’s not going to enhance my feelings of Self or let me score with bikini teams around the world, it’s yet another piece of equipment that I’ll have to buy and maintain. But the fact that my counterpart is being put in for an MSM by the sounds of it, I feel that I’m getting the last little fuck-over.
Here’s where the Super made his mistake, even though I warned him about this as he was doing it 6 months ago. 1st, let me go over the obvious. DA Form 2166-8-1, the NCO counseling checklist, is pretty much a written objective of what the boss expects of his peons over the next year, and counseled every 90 days on how well that minion is keeping within the objectives, needs to be improved, or if he’s doing too much work. The paper has the instructions, verbatim, on how to fill this form out, on the same side as where it is filled out. It’s so self explanatory, it redefines Obvious. On with the mistake…..I’m sure I’ve mentioned this back a few months back in other posts. My whole year in being rated here consists of Staying motivated, communicate, and maintain a positive attitude. The rest of what he wrote in that block tell the obvious, saying that I “display a vast plethora of IT Knowledge” (which I’m still trying to figure out if vast makes plethora even more plethora in some other dimension…) It also says that I have one down day a week (which by that time, I knew) and if I go to sick call, I need to inform him after I get back. He also penciled in, “Career Goals, Special Projects will be assigned.” I wonder how many hours my career is supposed to last…The one “Special Project” I’ve been assigned is fixing the propagation on an SQL server to another, one that he “worked” on for three weeks, by printing out a 10 page document full of terminology, and I fixed in 2 hours, and waited 30 hours for the propagation to finish. (It hadn’t been done in a while….)
I quite fondly remember telling him that maybe my job description needs to go in there, that a list of specific duties is supposed to go in there. He said, No it doesn’t, where do you get that? I pointed approximately 4 inches above his writing that state “Go over each part of the duty description with rated NCO”. I said, right there, in the instructions on how to fill this out. And since I had been counseled as an NCO before, and had to councel NCO’s with this very same form, I kinda got the gist of how this should work. He argued with his typical “Well, OJ got off with a good lawyer” type of incoherent argument, and I just gave up.
Well, reading this document, I’m being rated on my whole tour of duty here on specifically these objects…1. Stay Motivated. 2. Communicate. 3. Maintain a positive attitude (which relates directly with #1, so …) I’m being rated on 2 things, that have absolutely nothing to do with my job, nothing that I have done.
Mr. Supervisor, since I can do those two things by just breathing at regular intervals, I’ll do that. The 30-50 problems I fix every single day, the documents I produce for this shop and for users, and for other sections, the tools I make to make our lives easier, are now yours, sir. :) All yours.
For the Queen, I’d say you could suck a root, but then again, girls who like girls wouldn’t get that one, would they…
