Killing me softly
I am losing my fucking mind today!
There's this stupid event tomorrow called "Operation Clean Sweep," where a bunch of Marines get together and clean the shit out of our shoreline.
I have been designated as the photographer and journalist to get this story in our newspaper (www.newriver.usmc.mil/rotovue.htm) for the Oct. 19 issue.
Our sergeant major called today saying that we needed to send a Marine to clean as well. I have interviews today and tomorrow for two different stories that have to be done by close of business(COB) tomorrow.
As per usual, I was given the "shitty end of the stick" by my master sergeant who, despite the fact that he acts like he thinks highly of me and my work, must seriously fucking hate me. I say so because I have gotten all the shitty jobs ever since he got here.
So now, I have to take pictures, get interviews and then clean until COB tomorrow. That means I have to get three interviews done in a span of about two hours today, then stay ULTRA late writing up the story and processing the photos.
Then tomorrow I will come in EARLY go straight to "Operation Clean Sweep," take photos, gather interviews, then stow my gear and clean for the rest of the day. THEN, I have to stay ULTRA late writing that story and processing the photos.
Concerning time in the Fleet Marine force and/or on Station, I have been around longer than all but two of my fellow corporals and non-rates. So why do I get all the crap? As I said, Top must hate me. By the way, in case you're too dumb to use context clues, "Top" refers to master sergeants.
Anyway, I had to cancel plans with my girlfriend because of it, and now I am in a really shitty mood. I am losing my fucking mind.
Ever have one of those days where you just want to drop everything and put a bullet in your brain?
There's this stupid event tomorrow called "Operation Clean Sweep," where a bunch of Marines get together and clean the shit out of our shoreline.
I have been designated as the photographer and journalist to get this story in our newspaper (www.newriver.usmc.mil/rotovue.htm) for the Oct. 19 issue.
Our sergeant major called today saying that we needed to send a Marine to clean as well. I have interviews today and tomorrow for two different stories that have to be done by close of business(COB) tomorrow.
As per usual, I was given the "shitty end of the stick" by my master sergeant who, despite the fact that he acts like he thinks highly of me and my work, must seriously fucking hate me. I say so because I have gotten all the shitty jobs ever since he got here.
So now, I have to take pictures, get interviews and then clean until COB tomorrow. That means I have to get three interviews done in a span of about two hours today, then stay ULTRA late writing up the story and processing the photos.
Then tomorrow I will come in EARLY go straight to "Operation Clean Sweep," take photos, gather interviews, then stow my gear and clean for the rest of the day. THEN, I have to stay ULTRA late writing that story and processing the photos.
Concerning time in the Fleet Marine force and/or on Station, I have been around longer than all but two of my fellow corporals and non-rates. So why do I get all the crap? As I said, Top must hate me. By the way, in case you're too dumb to use context clues, "Top" refers to master sergeants.
Anyway, I had to cancel plans with my girlfriend because of it, and now I am in a really shitty mood. I am losing my fucking mind.
Ever have one of those days where you just want to drop everything and put a bullet in your brain?