happy labor day bitchout
so it's labor day weekend.
the german weather is still nice enough to wear shorts.
the bugs are still pissing me off.
there is still a bbq today.
oh yah... and i'm still here in germany.
the stuff in the army seems so rithmatic. i say this because every day i do practially the same thing. i wake up. do pt. come back to my room. shower. eat. get my uniform ready and on. check myself so i don't get into trouble with some officer or nco. then i go to work. i'm there at 845. i change into my coveralls. i go to work. same trucks. same problems. get off for lunch for an hour and a half. come back work until it's 4pm. change. ensure my uniform looks good. go to formation. i'm released for the day. go back to the barracks. take another shower because i smell like oil. get changed. go out to the irish pub. get drunk come home pass out at four am. wake up for 630 pt. it's the same all the time. i drink every day. i have to quite. it's cost me so much. my tollerance is pretty high too. it's horrible to know that i can drink 3 or 4 litters of beer and be ok to walk home or do anything. what's worse is, i drink with alot of germans. so i have no problems picking up the language. on the week ends i get seriously trashed and come home. do something stupid sometimes. party alot. just alot of imbibing. and i'll go down town and have a nice dinner on the economy. it's just odd. i have no serious life. i have no change in the program. it's just bland. i really wish i could do something more with my life sometimes. it's just odd. i've mastered the mechanical world of the army. that's no biggy. but the other thing is, i want to do more. the girl i see is a bar tender at the irish pub. she's moving to a small town outside of nurenburg. i don't know how or what is going to happen between us. i honestly don't care all too much. i just want to do something more. i guess i'm excited about going to japan. i doubt i'll pick up the language. the army is ok. it treats me well. it's the other bullshit that pisses me off. like stupid nco's who try to tell me the know a thing or two about mechanics and they are totally wrong. they know if something doesn't seem right about their truck or something is making an odd noise. but one guy told me there are three transmissions on a truck. i bursted out laughing. there is only one. there can only be one. that shit just cracks me up. it's too simple. it really is. maybe i need to get into the civilian mechanical world. i'll enjoy that probibly. make alot of money doing the same thing. only i doubt i'll drink as much. i'll be to busy having a good time with friends that are americans. the american guys and girls over here are very very retarded. they're goals in life consist of fucking. that's it. fuck and drink. some do something with their lives. others have their heads shoved up their ass so far that they can't tell the difference from night and day. i just can't stand idiots. and the u.s. army is full of them. for what reason, it's simple. how do you have some kid with a GED telling a college grad how to do his job. the kid with the ged might know a thing or two. but he hasn't the mental fortitude to understand some of the managerial parts of the army. that's where you make your buck in the military. if you can "soldier" or manage the people under you in rank. if you can, than you'll make something. if you can't, you're fucked and will have to put up with being a lower ranking soldier the rest of your carreer. gangs and thugs is another thing the military has a problem with. if you have a bunch of thug wannabees or groups of people who see alot of things simular and are only there to gang up on the rest of the company, than things start to go sour. to much political buddy buddy in this place. maybe it's my unit. but some of the shit is gay. they haven't nailed me yet, but i know my ass is on the chopping block and it's a matter of time before my neck gets it.
other than that... happy labor day weekend.
just a little insight in the labors of the army.
the german weather is still nice enough to wear shorts.
the bugs are still pissing me off.
there is still a bbq today.
oh yah... and i'm still here in germany.
the stuff in the army seems so rithmatic. i say this because every day i do practially the same thing. i wake up. do pt. come back to my room. shower. eat. get my uniform ready and on. check myself so i don't get into trouble with some officer or nco. then i go to work. i'm there at 845. i change into my coveralls. i go to work. same trucks. same problems. get off for lunch for an hour and a half. come back work until it's 4pm. change. ensure my uniform looks good. go to formation. i'm released for the day. go back to the barracks. take another shower because i smell like oil. get changed. go out to the irish pub. get drunk come home pass out at four am. wake up for 630 pt. it's the same all the time. i drink every day. i have to quite. it's cost me so much. my tollerance is pretty high too. it's horrible to know that i can drink 3 or 4 litters of beer and be ok to walk home or do anything. what's worse is, i drink with alot of germans. so i have no problems picking up the language. on the week ends i get seriously trashed and come home. do something stupid sometimes. party alot. just alot of imbibing. and i'll go down town and have a nice dinner on the economy. it's just odd. i have no serious life. i have no change in the program. it's just bland. i really wish i could do something more with my life sometimes. it's just odd. i've mastered the mechanical world of the army. that's no biggy. but the other thing is, i want to do more. the girl i see is a bar tender at the irish pub. she's moving to a small town outside of nurenburg. i don't know how or what is going to happen between us. i honestly don't care all too much. i just want to do something more. i guess i'm excited about going to japan. i doubt i'll pick up the language. the army is ok. it treats me well. it's the other bullshit that pisses me off. like stupid nco's who try to tell me the know a thing or two about mechanics and they are totally wrong. they know if something doesn't seem right about their truck or something is making an odd noise. but one guy told me there are three transmissions on a truck. i bursted out laughing. there is only one. there can only be one. that shit just cracks me up. it's too simple. it really is. maybe i need to get into the civilian mechanical world. i'll enjoy that probibly. make alot of money doing the same thing. only i doubt i'll drink as much. i'll be to busy having a good time with friends that are americans. the american guys and girls over here are very very retarded. they're goals in life consist of fucking. that's it. fuck and drink. some do something with their lives. others have their heads shoved up their ass so far that they can't tell the difference from night and day. i just can't stand idiots. and the u.s. army is full of them. for what reason, it's simple. how do you have some kid with a GED telling a college grad how to do his job. the kid with the ged might know a thing or two. but he hasn't the mental fortitude to understand some of the managerial parts of the army. that's where you make your buck in the military. if you can "soldier" or manage the people under you in rank. if you can, than you'll make something. if you can't, you're fucked and will have to put up with being a lower ranking soldier the rest of your carreer. gangs and thugs is another thing the military has a problem with. if you have a bunch of thug wannabees or groups of people who see alot of things simular and are only there to gang up on the rest of the company, than things start to go sour. to much political buddy buddy in this place. maybe it's my unit. but some of the shit is gay. they haven't nailed me yet, but i know my ass is on the chopping block and it's a matter of time before my neck gets it.
other than that... happy labor day weekend.
just a little insight in the labors of the army.