Well it seems normal to me
It occurs to me that the day to day gripes I have about life these days aren't nearly as typical as they seem to me. Let's run the list of the top 5 things that have irked me today:
Number 1: All I wanted to do after lunch was check my email but this fat ass guy I work with decided he wanted to sit on the secret info comp (which is connected to the normal info comp) for about...I don't know....4 hours straight. Never mind the fact that no one cares about the stuff he was researching.
Number 2: They had reveille 20 minutes earlier today for an underway replenishment that didn't happen until just before lunch. Those were my favorite 20 minutes of sleep they stole from me.
Number 3: I ended up having to spend an extra 25 minutes on watch last night arguing with a dumbass in Hawaii about something that I'm not allowed to tell you about otherwise I could go to jail. I can, however, tell you about it in 74 years or so. Maybe sooner if it gets declassified. How the fuck can I make a statement like that and think it as normal as saying 'man the meat loaf at lunch was dry'?
Number 4: The hotel steam pipe in my berthing is really freaking weird and unreliable and I ended up burning my self a little last night when I cranked the hot water after I got done working out.
Number 5: They secured the weather decks for waaaay too long this morning and I didn't get my morning moment of zen looking out on the ocean and telling myself that I'll be out of the Navy one of these days and that a lot of people have it a lot worse than I do.
...Have I been missing something all along here? When I complain to my friends and family these days I sometimes feel like I'm not getting the acknowledgement or understanding that I'm going for. My girlfriend probably has her computer set up so that the phrase 'I don't know what that means but okay' can be pasted as needed when she write me emails. How long have I had such a skewed sense of life? I don't remember becoming this way. Is this my life?
Anywho, the plans are getting pretty finalized. I'm heading to Athens to kick it with my bro and his people for a couple of days and, assuming I survive, I'll follow that up with a trip home to Texas for some time with family and friends, the people who I still define myself by, even after all this time. Then back to Hawaii for another round of hating the navy.
Love all,
Oh well
Number 1: All I wanted to do after lunch was check my email but this fat ass guy I work with decided he wanted to sit on the secret info comp (which is connected to the normal info comp) for about...I don't know....4 hours straight. Never mind the fact that no one cares about the stuff he was researching.
Number 2: They had reveille 20 minutes earlier today for an underway replenishment that didn't happen until just before lunch. Those were my favorite 20 minutes of sleep they stole from me.
Number 3: I ended up having to spend an extra 25 minutes on watch last night arguing with a dumbass in Hawaii about something that I'm not allowed to tell you about otherwise I could go to jail. I can, however, tell you about it in 74 years or so. Maybe sooner if it gets declassified. How the fuck can I make a statement like that and think it as normal as saying 'man the meat loaf at lunch was dry'?
Number 4: The hotel steam pipe in my berthing is really freaking weird and unreliable and I ended up burning my self a little last night when I cranked the hot water after I got done working out.
Number 5: They secured the weather decks for waaaay too long this morning and I didn't get my morning moment of zen looking out on the ocean and telling myself that I'll be out of the Navy one of these days and that a lot of people have it a lot worse than I do.
...Have I been missing something all along here? When I complain to my friends and family these days I sometimes feel like I'm not getting the acknowledgement or understanding that I'm going for. My girlfriend probably has her computer set up so that the phrase 'I don't know what that means but okay' can be pasted as needed when she write me emails. How long have I had such a skewed sense of life? I don't remember becoming this way. Is this my life?
Anywho, the plans are getting pretty finalized. I'm heading to Athens to kick it with my bro and his people for a couple of days and, assuming I survive, I'll follow that up with a trip home to Texas for some time with family and friends, the people who I still define myself by, even after all this time. Then back to Hawaii for another round of hating the navy.
Love all,
Oh well