Hoo-fucking-ray!
Ohhhhhhh goody. Another day in fucking paradise.
"Uh oh," you may be telling yourself. "Chris here is using curse words and sarcasm. I sense a rant."
And you would be right.
Now then, boys and girls and things, I've got a question for you. If you are being punished for something you didn't do (and by that I mean you are innocent of the action, not that you didn't do something because you're a lazy piece of shit. <3), what would you do? Now, I know many of you would probably say, "I wouldn't do whatever the punishment is." Or, "I'd do the punishment, albeit grudgingly." Unfortunately for me, I have no choice in the matter. *insert today's subject here*
Let me get to the story as to how I'm in this current predicament.
Somebody flew in a couple of days ago... Let's call him SGT Ed. Well, SGT Ed calls our office because he works with us. He needs a ride to our location. Well, alright then. Unfortunately, NOBODY on shift knows where he is at, so I tell him that we're going to wait for day shift, who was going to be coming on shift in two minutes, to come pick him up. He agrees to this, although not happily. Two minutes after I hang up with him, day shift walks in. Us Night Shift personnel tell them that SGT Ed is waiting for pick up. Somebody (we'll call him SGT Ass) asks us why we didn't go pick him up. We tell him we don't know where the air field he is located at is at. Well, SGT Ass volunteers myself and Matt to go with him to go pick up SGT Ed. We agree to this (although we had no choice in the matter). So, we get ready to go and SGT Ass asks me if I want to drive whilst holding up the keys to the vehicle with manual drive. I tell him I don't know how to drive stick and he's all offended or something. Well, in actuality, I've taken classes on how to drive stick, but I am not comfortable with it, hence I do not believe I know how to do it. Well, he drives us out there and then has me drive back. Well, he sees I can drive it okay, but he says I need to work on it. No shit, Sherlock. Anyways, I get back and am about to head to bed when Mike tells me I have to do some stupid driving training and that everyone was pissed off because I said I couldn't drive stick. What the fuck? Well, I head downstairs and my NCO (we'll call him SGT Cool) tells me I have to do this driving training as per orders of Pat, my NCOIC. Well... ok... fine, whatever. Well, I wake up the next evening and come downstairs and SGT Cool has a counseling statement for me. Now, for those of you who do not know what a counseling statement is, think of the three strikes rule. Except, in this case, if you get three counseling statements, then you get an Article 15 which is basically saying "Hey! You've been bad! You're in trouble! You're going to: lose rank, do extra duty, get in assloads of trouble, and/or more." Well, I read over as to why I'm getting this fucker and it reads that I used the excuse of not knowing how to drive stick shift as not going to pick up SGT Ed. What the fuck? I never said that. I said that after I'd been ready to go pick this guy up! Well, fortunately, with these counseling statements you can choose to agree or disagree to them and whatnot. Well, I, of course, disagree and give the account of what really happened. SGT Cool says alrighty then and takes it. He says I'll still have to do the driver training and I'm all "Yeah, that's ok. It's not that bad." I hate driving stick, but hell, it's best to know how to drive it. Anyways, I go to work and then Pat tells me I'm on this detail to follow these trucks around for the entire day. DAY! I work fucking nights! And he tells me that this is my punishment for "lying" about driving stick. I never fucking lied. I truly believe that I don't know how to drive stick. What the fuck ever.
So yeah, now I'm on this shitty fucking detail and I'm tired as shit already and I've only done two of the nine stops on it. This thing lasts until I come on shift normally. Fortunately, I had last night and I'll have tonight off, but my sleep schedule is so out of whack now, that I'm going to be fucked for the next week.
I hate the fucking Army. I wish stupidity caused cancer. My life would be so much easier because 1) a lot of people would die and 2) I'd probably be dead, too! *sighs* I can't explain the level of pissed off-edness that I have ascended to. I'm at like Super Saiya-jin pissed off. Except, I can't kill anyone. And when I think of that, it just makes me more pissed off.
Two and a half months. Two and a half months. Two and a half months.
"Uh oh," you may be telling yourself. "Chris here is using curse words and sarcasm. I sense a rant."
And you would be right.
Now then, boys and girls and things, I've got a question for you. If you are being punished for something you didn't do (and by that I mean you are innocent of the action, not that you didn't do something because you're a lazy piece of shit. <3), what would you do? Now, I know many of you would probably say, "I wouldn't do whatever the punishment is." Or, "I'd do the punishment, albeit grudgingly." Unfortunately for me, I have no choice in the matter. *insert today's subject here*
Let me get to the story as to how I'm in this current predicament.
Somebody flew in a couple of days ago... Let's call him SGT Ed. Well, SGT Ed calls our office because he works with us. He needs a ride to our location. Well, alright then. Unfortunately, NOBODY on shift knows where he is at, so I tell him that we're going to wait for day shift, who was going to be coming on shift in two minutes, to come pick him up. He agrees to this, although not happily. Two minutes after I hang up with him, day shift walks in. Us Night Shift personnel tell them that SGT Ed is waiting for pick up. Somebody (we'll call him SGT Ass) asks us why we didn't go pick him up. We tell him we don't know where the air field he is located at is at. Well, SGT Ass volunteers myself and Matt to go with him to go pick up SGT Ed. We agree to this (although we had no choice in the matter). So, we get ready to go and SGT Ass asks me if I want to drive whilst holding up the keys to the vehicle with manual drive. I tell him I don't know how to drive stick and he's all offended or something. Well, in actuality, I've taken classes on how to drive stick, but I am not comfortable with it, hence I do not believe I know how to do it. Well, he drives us out there and then has me drive back. Well, he sees I can drive it okay, but he says I need to work on it. No shit, Sherlock. Anyways, I get back and am about to head to bed when Mike tells me I have to do some stupid driving training and that everyone was pissed off because I said I couldn't drive stick. What the fuck? Well, I head downstairs and my NCO (we'll call him SGT Cool) tells me I have to do this driving training as per orders of Pat, my NCOIC. Well... ok... fine, whatever. Well, I wake up the next evening and come downstairs and SGT Cool has a counseling statement for me. Now, for those of you who do not know what a counseling statement is, think of the three strikes rule. Except, in this case, if you get three counseling statements, then you get an Article 15 which is basically saying "Hey! You've been bad! You're in trouble! You're going to: lose rank, do extra duty, get in assloads of trouble, and/or more." Well, I read over as to why I'm getting this fucker and it reads that I used the excuse of not knowing how to drive stick shift as not going to pick up SGT Ed. What the fuck? I never said that. I said that after I'd been ready to go pick this guy up! Well, fortunately, with these counseling statements you can choose to agree or disagree to them and whatnot. Well, I, of course, disagree and give the account of what really happened. SGT Cool says alrighty then and takes it. He says I'll still have to do the driver training and I'm all "Yeah, that's ok. It's not that bad." I hate driving stick, but hell, it's best to know how to drive it. Anyways, I go to work and then Pat tells me I'm on this detail to follow these trucks around for the entire day. DAY! I work fucking nights! And he tells me that this is my punishment for "lying" about driving stick. I never fucking lied. I truly believe that I don't know how to drive stick. What the fuck ever.
So yeah, now I'm on this shitty fucking detail and I'm tired as shit already and I've only done two of the nine stops on it. This thing lasts until I come on shift normally. Fortunately, I had last night and I'll have tonight off, but my sleep schedule is so out of whack now, that I'm going to be fucked for the next week.
I hate the fucking Army. I wish stupidity caused cancer. My life would be so much easier because 1) a lot of people would die and 2) I'd probably be dead, too! *sighs* I can't explain the level of pissed off-edness that I have ascended to. I'm at like Super Saiya-jin pissed off. Except, I can't kill anyone. And when I think of that, it just makes me more pissed off.
Two and a half months. Two and a half months. Two and a half months.