Goodie for ATFP...
For those of you reading that don't know what ATFP is then you're lucky enough not to be in the Navy... I envy you, I can tell you that much already. Anyway this little thing that we're doing is a certification for our ship, to make sure that we're battle ready. It means Anti-Terrorist Force Protection, pretty much if there's a bomb, an intruded, ship, or boat that's headed our way then this training is what we fall back on to make sure that we don't get all blown up and that crappity shtuffies... Bleh.
Anyway my day's sucked, even though I haven't done an ounce of work at all. I started out my day by going to quarters thinking that I was going to get yelled at by not going to work on Friday even though it was only a couple of hours, however no one said anything to me at all. This makes me think that I'll just go infront of a bunch of chiefs and get yelled at because I"m a shitbag and blah blah I don't give a shit... But yea, I then went to my little calss for Stress Management (I signed myself up for it two months ago because I figured it would be something fun...)
Needless to say the class is taught by a social worker... I don't like social workers, I never have and most likely never will. It's fun when they take examples from their life and tell others about it so that there's some sort of connection so you think they can help you, but they're not me, they don't know what goes through my head, they haven't lived MY life... But anyway, it's four classes and my section leader tried to tell me today that I couldn't go to the second class tomorrow because I have to run some of these obnoxious drills... It's not that hard to find someone to hold a fucking phone and relay information, it's one of the first qualifications to get on a ship... Douche bag.
Also after my class ended I had to WALK back to the ship, that was grand... At least two miles on my fuckered up ankle and it really doesn't feel better after this stupid treatment of Mortin, then again that's just the get all medication that does nothing. After I got back I had to stand a watch, but I was let go because they didn't need me up there and I just returned when the drilling section was over, I also just got off standing my own drill watch so that wasn't any fun at all either... My ankle is screaming at me, I hear it, it's telling me I should've taken that light duty chit when asked about it... Now I'd just look needy if I asked for it...
Speaking of which I sitll haven't gotten an E-mail about the X-Ray I'm supposed to get on my foot... Grand, I hope it falls off before hand so that these fuckers will actually see that there's something wrong with it... It would also be nice to go over the sports building and get some real physical therapy done other than this stupid torture that they think works. Dipping my foot in ice and then thinking that it's going to get better... Maybe if my foot gets frost bite and falls off? Another sign that these Navy doctors (especially the hospitalmen onboard) don't know what the hell they're doing nad that patient care is just a foreign language to them. Meh, I think I"m done my little rant now, I'm too tired and need to get my sleep so I can leave here tomorrow wondering if I have to walk back to the ship or not... Bleh.
Anyway my day's sucked, even though I haven't done an ounce of work at all. I started out my day by going to quarters thinking that I was going to get yelled at by not going to work on Friday even though it was only a couple of hours, however no one said anything to me at all. This makes me think that I'll just go infront of a bunch of chiefs and get yelled at because I"m a shitbag and blah blah I don't give a shit... But yea, I then went to my little calss for Stress Management (I signed myself up for it two months ago because I figured it would be something fun...)
Needless to say the class is taught by a social worker... I don't like social workers, I never have and most likely never will. It's fun when they take examples from their life and tell others about it so that there's some sort of connection so you think they can help you, but they're not me, they don't know what goes through my head, they haven't lived MY life... But anyway, it's four classes and my section leader tried to tell me today that I couldn't go to the second class tomorrow because I have to run some of these obnoxious drills... It's not that hard to find someone to hold a fucking phone and relay information, it's one of the first qualifications to get on a ship... Douche bag.
Also after my class ended I had to WALK back to the ship, that was grand... At least two miles on my fuckered up ankle and it really doesn't feel better after this stupid treatment of Mortin, then again that's just the get all medication that does nothing. After I got back I had to stand a watch, but I was let go because they didn't need me up there and I just returned when the drilling section was over, I also just got off standing my own drill watch so that wasn't any fun at all either... My ankle is screaming at me, I hear it, it's telling me I should've taken that light duty chit when asked about it... Now I'd just look needy if I asked for it...
Speaking of which I sitll haven't gotten an E-mail about the X-Ray I'm supposed to get on my foot... Grand, I hope it falls off before hand so that these fuckers will actually see that there's something wrong with it... It would also be nice to go over the sports building and get some real physical therapy done other than this stupid torture that they think works. Dipping my foot in ice and then thinking that it's going to get better... Maybe if my foot gets frost bite and falls off? Another sign that these Navy doctors (especially the hospitalmen onboard) don't know what the hell they're doing nad that patient care is just a foreign language to them. Meh, I think I"m done my little rant now, I'm too tired and need to get my sleep so I can leave here tomorrow wondering if I have to walk back to the ship or not... Bleh.