welcome to my world
A nice captains call this morning, 400 sailors in a room that shouldn't fit more than 50 people... as we are so huddled that every person is smashed up against one another, while some chief yells at everyone like we're back in boot camp... stood there for an hour, while people who chipped and painted shit got medals and awards, people who deserved nothing got everything. as the body heat collectively rose the room temperature up to a cool 90 degrees the captain continues with "despite rumors, we are getting out of here on time and we are going to make deployment on time"... i just don't know what to do. I want to get out of here so fucking badly it's killing me inside.
I don't want to do any work, i just can't i feel like slave labor for satan. I don't beleive in the mission, i don't beleive in sailors and people being treated the way we are. the captain tried to call people and told us how he knew we were working hard and we will continue at this pace, and just basically how it's never going to end.
I so desperately want to regain controll of my own life, to put these depressing moments behind me. To forget i was ever here, that i ever did this. I didn't even get to see my little girl yesterday... :-(
I don't want to do any work, i just can't i feel like slave labor for satan. I don't beleive in the mission, i don't beleive in sailors and people being treated the way we are. the captain tried to call people and told us how he knew we were working hard and we will continue at this pace, and just basically how it's never going to end.
I so desperately want to regain controll of my own life, to put these depressing moments behind me. To forget i was ever here, that i ever did this. I didn't even get to see my little girl yesterday... :-(