Policy letter number WHO CARES
It was enjoyable because I didn’t spend half the week in the office. I worked until the early morning monday, spending entirely too much time at work, but I got to sleep in Monday. By the time I got up, it was already too late to come to work, so, well, I didn’t. No reason pretending that I actually like coming into the office. NICE…
Wednesday, I was on driving detail, though I didn’t drive but one vehicle. What I did do was ground-guide a couple of other people driving the beat up hmmwv’s on various sized trailers. There were a few other people that drove as well, like the KNUG, but I’ll be damned if I would guide that guy onto a trailer…I could write a few paragraphs just about him on that day…how some people aren’t taken by the banshee of darwin…
Anyways, so Wednesday, about noon, the day was over. Standing around sweating for a few hours did suck, but the rest of the detail was actually fun. I slept unil 4ish, did laundry, wrote my baby, and copied some movies…
Thursday, my day off, and I did a lot of staring and being generally lazy. Didn’t get anything of note accomplished really.
I woke up today in a regular, good ole fashion, bad mood today. It’s the Monday mood, where I hate everyone. When everything gets annoying really quick, like the saluting 5 Colonels and umpteen majors in little more than 30 feet, to the chow hall guy spouting off some CFLCC regulation or rule or memorandum for Whomever Cares….I’m pissed that I have to deal with the super yet again…Let me go into a bit more detail on that…..
He once again drops the ball, once again is afraid to ask someone a question, once again acts like the little Chiuahua that trembles in the corner, peeing occasionally, and all you did was look at it from across the room. The question from me to him was to ask the 1SG to see if I could reschedule my pt test. I took it tuesday, missed the run by a few seconds…Everyone failed that day however, it being 95 degrees and 80% humidity. I sweat more in 16 minutes around the track than I do spending an hour pressing myself hard on the eliptical. It was hot enough that some 28 yr old guy died after running…anyways, so I ask if he’ll ask, and have it rescheduled for me. No problem he says. That was tuesday. I come in today, ask if he asked, he said No, um, well, I’m not sure, something something, mumble…Great…So I shoot an email to 1SG this morning, had a responce in 4 minutes. 4…Next friday, be there or be square….
This brings me to just bitch about the dozen other things a week he drops the ball on, and pisses me off because I have customers asking, hey, I asked about this 2 weeks ago, when can it get finished….let me see, um, ok, it’s done now…anything else I can help you with? That fucking quick. The simplest things he won’t do because he has to ask someone to help him, or call someone, or talk to someone that outranks him…Big deal I think, get the job done. Instead, though, I get yelled at by a pissed of so and so that has had smoke injected up their ass, and they’re not liking it so much…I didn’t know, or I would have fixed it…Oh well….If ever asked to have a case study on the most influential person in the past 12 months, I’d choose him. He’s the epidemy of everything I don’t want to be, nor have any of my soldiers ever emulate.
I had a little fun this morning though, eating breakfast. On top of being told that now I can’t wear my sunglasses in the chowhall, in any fashion, because of policy yada yada yada, I sat and just grumbled about it. The fun part was that while I was belly-aching to my buddy, a Major from CFLCC was sitting next to us. I pretended to ignore his glances over when I mentioned things like the over-abundance of officers in CLFCC and the lack of any real action gives them the perfect reason to show how big their collective penis’s are by creating the policy machine that never ends, or how I thought it was by no less than a miracle that anything got accomplished with them, having 2 officers to one enlisted….or how they can justify telling us that they ran out of funding for walls in our cell blocks, but they can afford to fence off everything all of a sudden, and build more cell blocks, and put up their pretty signs all over the place. I must have said a few other things, because I caught him glaring at me about a dozen times…ahh, simple pleasures of not really having a mission.
I wish I had a real job, or at least one that I cared about. I get a lot done here, but so much of it just seems to be wheel turning work. A lot of it is work I create myself though, because it irritates me to no end seeing something not done correctly (super), which in turn creates more work down the line (duh).
I’m sure there’s a million other things to bring to light, but I’m just not in the mood for it today. There are only so many cases of fraud,waste, and abuse that can be brought up and nobody cares about. Only so many cases of total incompetence that can be proven and nobody cares about.
Well, I have more work that I’ve created for myself, because if I don’t do it, sadly, nobody will.
Yes sir, may I have another…
So, I’m in an ansy mood today. Figity.
I get an email (below) this morning, sort of dealing with my cohort being late. The facts, however, seem to have gotten severely misunderstood or misrepresented. I think the mighty Supervisor has a hand in the misrepresentation though, since he gets that Uh Uh Uh shifty attitude when he was asked about it. Anyways, the way shit has been completely been blown out of proportion around here lately, I felt a need to just put in a cent or two’s worth of.
So I didn’t check the CC line in the email. Big deal. I don’t think I said anything inappropriate. The response I got back from Queen micro-manager (below) had absolutely nothing to do with what I said, or what I was responding to, however. What got on my nerves was that the email pretty much told me to blindly follow, don’t ask questions. Um, you know who else used to say that…the Soviet Army….and what was great about that was that if you took out the leadership with a well aimed round, the rest of the unit became fodder…why, because nobody ever asked what was going on, what was to happen if the leadership got zapped, anything….
I’m annoyed because even though the Queen didn’t see a reason to respond, automatically I’m supposed to think that? I never got that frago…Or how I’m not supposed to ever question authority….when was that ever put in the rule books. Yes I agree, you shouldn’t question something in front of the troops, but if any order doesn’t pass the common sense filter, ya, I’m going to ask…..but hey, this whole statement, or for the most part, her whole email to me, didn’t have a damn thing to do with what I said. Then again, she has taken to putting me down in whatever fashion she can every time she see’s me, so that part I’m used to.
Anyways…emails below (edited for opsec of course) 1. The original. 2. My response. 3. The reply back from top…
1.
It has come to the attention of our
When I say unauthorized, I mean: The mission you are going on is not related to your section and your section in not aware of your participation in that mission.
If you are going off post on a mission not related to your section, you must get permission from your section NCOIC or OIC in order to go. This is fine as long as they know and agree to let you go.
If you are going off post for a mission related to your section, you are fine.
If you have any questions, talk to your NCOIC and they will direct you. Ok? Thank you!
2.
I seriously doubt that a single isolated incident means now that the whole unit is doing this…I realize that’s how the CoC may look at it, but there isn’t a reason for us to join the drama club as well and make a bigger deal out of something very small.
3.
You fail to understand or see the bigger picture. This is not a single isolated incident. There have been several incidents, too many in fact that now it has led to taking action. You are an NCO get with the program! Enforce and uphold the standard. I do not believe that SFC Baker’s email required a response. As a NCO you take orders and drive on. You are authorized to disagree, however you never question authority unless it is life threatening to you or your soldiers. You keep your unprofessional comments to yourself. I suggest you read the NCO creed.
Have you ever waxed your nut-sack?
Neighbors are irratating me today. They keep walking in and messing with stuff….Come in, take my phones off the hook, and ask if we’re using them. Um, yep..why else would they be plugged in and on desks? So he leaves, and both phones start making that Off The Hook beeping. What the fuck?
Or the dozen times someone has walked in today, asking of so and so is here, I say no, then the procede to check ever little area in the office, like I don’t know what I’m talking about…I’m answering them with I Dunno for now on, since my answer is of little importance.
Howabout the One Who Stands Up for Anything Dumb…..keeps coming in and ‘axing’ me questions which I give an answer, comes in and ‘axes’ the same damn thing 5 minutes later, I say the same thing, note that I just told him, and he says, Oh Yeah. Then 5 minutes later, he repeats the goddamn question…But, he’s getting promoted to SGM, which to me means that right there, that embodies the answer as to why I can’t get promoted…I Keep Forgetting to BE DUMB!!!
Well, I guess I have work to do, just wanted to get that out of my system.
