Head Bangers Ball
I finally got MRI’s scheduled for my knee’s and my back. It’s funny, I tried for 5 years on active duty to get this done and to see an orthipedic surgeon, and I was always told to come back in 6 months if the pain is still there. Even after I was told on two occasions that I should have surgery on my right knee, I said Great, when can I get started, I was told, well, take some motrin and come back in 6 months if it still hurts. So, years later, it still hurts…But I go today, because I’ve been hurting more than I remember hurting before, bad enough that it wakes me up at night due to the pain, and they schedule me for everything. I should have joined the Navy or Air Force apparently….They try and maintain their equipment it seems. I’ll take advantage of it though…Pappy may be getting some new wheels finally :)
My little girl is starting kindergarten pretty soon, though I don’t know specifically when. I’m waiting for her mom to give me the low down on that. I do wish I was there for that. I’ve missed pretty much all of her firsts in life due to the Army, and the ones I have been there for were notable in a funny way, but hardly a significant first. Well, a couple of them were tragic, like her first big bike accident, her first spilling a gallon of paint on the floor and herself…
We have a GI party tonight. I say it’s about time, a lot of those kids in the barracks are fuckin’ nasty mothers. The place flat up smells of ass when you walk in…What I don’t agree with is the centralization of authority. The individuals team leader or section chief should be in there inspecting their area’s, hold the leader responsible for doing their job. Soldiers will be soldiers, regardless of how quickly they get promoted. A vast majority of the SGTs in that place were PFC’s just a few months ago…but anyways, this isn’t the infantry, and people here are scared of that level of discipline.
Anyways, I’m going home for the night. I’m friggin beat. 2 hours of sleep ROCKS!!!
I Like Bikes
Ever have one of those days where you’re just friggin brain dead…That’s me today. I’ve tried every trick in the book to unlock the gray matter, but it’s stuck in carbon freeze…It’s one of those days I’m perfectly content in just staring at the wall…I’d pee my pants if I had to go…
Today started with a bit of annoyance. I had to call the help desk twice to have them transfer me to the NOC…both times, they asked me “do you know why you’re calling?” Um, no, could you tell me? I’m curious….Where am I? Do I know why I’m calling? This isn’t’ the homicidal prevention hotline? No? I guess I’ll just have to go on that rampage I guess…oh well.
Why the stupid question. Why not ask me, why are you calling? What do you want? Not , Do I know why I’m calling.
I was frustrated yesterday for a different reason, though it doesn’t bother me today. Seems that a buddy of mine got in trouble for something small and relatively insignificant. The part that got under my skin yesterday was that the Queen was trying to implicate me in being responsible because of my proximity to him. He said that the only other name mentioned by her was mine…Seems like maybe my paranoia was for a reason…maybe I’m not being paranoid enough…either way, she knows there isn’t anything she can do to me except degrade me, put me down, patronize and belittle me. I’ll let her though, because what she is oblivious to is that this is the reflection of who she is….she must feel insignificant if everyone doesn’t worship her or kiss her (yech!) ass. I’m not sure what it is that puts the bullseye on me, though I know I stand alone here, with the other (ahem…)men here…I don’t bow to her, I don’t make the requisite stop by her desk to tell her hi when I’m working in the area…oh yeah, I have leadership experience…even the commander gets led by his nose by her, and is afraid to confront her…
I’m not frustrated about that really, not today. If it makes her year pass more quickly, trying to get revenge at me for having red hair or whatever her reason is, so be it. everyone needs a vice here to make the time go by more quickly. If she has that much hate in her that she has to vent it my way, well, maybe I’ll save 10 other people from having to deal with her.
I’d like to try and understand it though. I’d like to understand why she has to patronize someone to feel like she’s in charge. Does she do this to her partner? Does she have one? Why would someone put up with it? What’s the benefit of it…Doesn’t she realize that out of all the hundreds combinations of leadership to pick and choose from, the attributes she’s picked are the bottom of the pile ones? Abuse, intimidation, fear…but hey, it is a leadership style. whatever. I just feel sorry for the young soldiers and specialist staff sergeants that try and emulate that. I know some of them will, they already do…sad.
I’m a bit confused about her implications that I’m responsible for someone else that is 1. As old as me 2. Not in my section 3. As responsible as me 4. Not even my soldier 5. I’ve never been told that I was an alarm clock.
Maybe I should get a button on my head and beep annoyingly at all hours of the night. Hell, I’ll be the alarm clock for everyone. I’m sure I could find a bullhorn, pop my head into every building about 330 am and BEEP BEEP BEEP until everyone is up. Then run around like a drunk coach at the special olympics yelling in my retard voice Da Fur Sar’t Told Me Too! HA HA HA! in the biggest dork voice I can muster. Ahh, to be immature sometimes would just be fabulous…
ahh, I need to get back to recycling O2 again…hasta
A room full of bitches
Let’s start at, oh, say, 1AM monday Morning. There’s a problem, and a certain section cannot access any of their databases. The come, get me, so they can do the 20 minutes of requisite work. No problem….I start looking at the problem, and it is odd. It seems to be more of a permission pushed down to the workstations rather than a problem on the database. So, off to do the circle jerk troubleshoot walk…to the NOC. I talked to one guy in there, ask if they’re pushing down permissions or policies again without notifying anybody (like that never happens) and they tell me, Nope, we don’t do that here…Really? hmmm. Who does? Doha. What’s their number(s). So, I get their numbers, and call. I get a PFC who doesn’t have a clue as to what I’m saying. So I talk sloooowwwweeeeerrrrr, and go into entirely too much detail (especially since she was the night shift helpdesk person….helping with what?) I say, I have to talk to someone now, not in the morning. She says, well, I’m the only one here. I said, you have a boss, correct? She says, yes, Major soandso. I said, call him….but he’s sleeping sergeant. Wake him…I’m not supposed to sergeant. I’ll take the blame, I don’t care….tell him LTC whawha says to get up and answer my questions (the LTC’s name being used in vane…hey whatever, right) so after 10 minutes of convincing the PFC to wake up the Major, she does. Well, I get a call back, and the Major doesn’t seem to have a clue as to what I’m talking about, seems to think that the NOC here would know. I call them again, and they still don’t know what the hell…
Anyways, I found a work-around for the problem, since I can’t get ahold of anybody at 3am. I pass out the information, and decide to check my mail. I was going to just send an email to the boss so that he didn’t expect me in work in a couple of hours…anyways, there’s an email in my inbox that says exactly what I wanted to know. Supposedly the email was sent out at 930am the day before, but since I left work about 6pm and never got it before then…anyways, problem solved.
I come in the next day, and an email is in from the HMFIC of our cell block, something about someone got offended, and please stop because his pussy hurt…boo fucking hoo. I snapped, and sent out an email to everyone saying to grow up, quit being bitches, grow a pair of balls, so forth. Me personally, I’m sick and god-damned tired of catering to the weakest person…don’t offend him, he’s small and can’t defend himself…BULLSHIT! He’s a fucking spoiled brat who got every goddamned thing he wanted growing up, and now expects other adults to give him that now. Don’t make my life uncomfortable or I’m going to cry like a GODDAMNED FUCKING PUSSY!!! Boo Hoo, I got sand on my clit…If I’m made to apologize for being too hard on the snot nosed kids of our cell block, here’s what it’ll sound like….I’m sorry to each and every one of you. I’m sorry that your parents were too lazy to actually raise you and gave you everything you ever wanted to just keep you shut up. I’m sorry that you feel that your weakness is your strength to use against other people. I’m sorry that you bought into all of this PC shit that caters to the weakest person, sorry for you believing it’s your given right to never be offended, and I’m sorry that you’re wrong. I’m not sorry for what I said to you, however, and I’m sorry that I’ll end up hurting your poor little weak feelings all the time, as well as the rest of those in your breed that believe they’re afforded unalienable rights in which in fact don’t exist. I’m sorry you haven’t found the time to mature into an adult, but I’m not sorry that I’m mad you’re stealing my O2. I’m sorry I made you piss your pants because I said something to you, you weak weak weak individual. I’m sorry that you of all people consider yourself a soldier. Any questions?
ahh, got that off my chest…
In the news, NASA can’t explain why foam is still falling off of the main rocket tank during takeoff….Um, guys, I’m no rocket scientist, but I do believe that a friggin HUGE rocket tank strapped to two HUGE Rockets and a shuttle, going really fast to reach escape velocity, may in fact vibrate just a little. Not a lot mind you. I’d say it would be slightly akin to driving down a severly washed out road in a car with no shocks at about 150 mph. Just a little vibration. you think maybe the foam is just getting, I dunno, shaken off? put a hair net on it…
More…In Richmond, VA, a local school district was selling 4 year old Mac laptops for $50 a piece…which caused a stampede of people…One lady was reported to have pissed her pants so she didn’t lose her place in line, while another 20 yr old boy was said to have brought a folding chair and used it to beat people back from cutting in line…People are sheep…
