Fuck the army, I'll buy my own toilet paper
Ok, so maybe I shouldn't bitch about it since I don't pay for my own meals or housing (unless you count taxes, which I suppose would be indirect payment) but how hard is it to keep essentials like toilet paper and cleaning supplies in stock?
Very, apparently.
Now, usually, one would just tell the DS we're out of something and he'd let the supply guy know about it and *poof* fresh rolls of papery goodness.
But no, we don't have a supply guy. We had a civilian contracter who up and quit, oh three months ago. Now, we have store rooms full of supplies, but no one has access to them because they've yet to hire/assign somebody to live in our supply cage.
Brilliant. I love the army.
*sigh* It's the last day of the four day weekend. There's so much nothing I wanted to do and sadly, I'm running out of time. I should be studying for IPT bright and early tomorrow morning, but since they confiscated anything I could conceivablly use to study/prepare, I'm avoiding it like the plague.
Seriously. I've even resorted to cleaning. That's how sad its gotten. But really, at this point, either you can do it or you can't. And it all depends on how much of an ass your IRP wants to be. I'm not so much worried about the interrogation itself, I can pretty much BS my way through it for the two hours I'm in the booth. As long as I don't forget to ask about missions. It's kinda important to know what the bad guys are doing/planning to do. Go figure.
Anyway, if I can pass the reports, I'm golden. I talked to my old roommate (who is about a month from graduating) and she told me to just data dump in the reports. Basically, if you get all the information, it doesn't matter if you completely ignore the formating. So that is my plan. Considering how most of our briefings look like they were written by a drunken retarded 8th grader, it's a bit of the pot calling the kettle black, if you ask me.
Sitting here listening to music and the thunderclouds rolling in. How excited am I that monsoon season is here? I think I have reverse seasonal affectiveness disorder. I hate how there is no weather down here most of the time. Always hot, sunny, and cloudless. I want storms, rain, clouds, snow! I miss standing on the edge of the river or cliff in the wind and rain and feeling like the only person in the world. Although the lightning storms down here are pretty kickass.
Things I've done to avoid studying:
Attempted to go to the gym (it was closed)
Cleaned my room from top to bottom
Watched 3 movies while wandering the internet
Ironed my BDUs
Shine booth pairs of boots
Cleaned out the fridge and food shelves
Packed up the next box of books to mail home (Lord, I'm a bookworm)
Bought 2 more books on Amazon
Scrubbed the bathroom floor
Things I should be doing before nightfall:
Go running once it cools off
Study my review sheet
Eat something besides the piece of chocolate I had for breakfast
Practice my situps/pushups (one week til the PT test)
Right. I'll get right on it.
Very, apparently.
Now, usually, one would just tell the DS we're out of something and he'd let the supply guy know about it and *poof* fresh rolls of papery goodness.
But no, we don't have a supply guy. We had a civilian contracter who up and quit, oh three months ago. Now, we have store rooms full of supplies, but no one has access to them because they've yet to hire/assign somebody to live in our supply cage.
Brilliant. I love the army.
*sigh* It's the last day of the four day weekend. There's so much nothing I wanted to do and sadly, I'm running out of time. I should be studying for IPT bright and early tomorrow morning, but since they confiscated anything I could conceivablly use to study/prepare, I'm avoiding it like the plague.
Seriously. I've even resorted to cleaning. That's how sad its gotten. But really, at this point, either you can do it or you can't. And it all depends on how much of an ass your IRP wants to be. I'm not so much worried about the interrogation itself, I can pretty much BS my way through it for the two hours I'm in the booth. As long as I don't forget to ask about missions. It's kinda important to know what the bad guys are doing/planning to do. Go figure.
Anyway, if I can pass the reports, I'm golden. I talked to my old roommate (who is about a month from graduating) and she told me to just data dump in the reports. Basically, if you get all the information, it doesn't matter if you completely ignore the formating. So that is my plan. Considering how most of our briefings look like they were written by a drunken retarded 8th grader, it's a bit of the pot calling the kettle black, if you ask me.
Sitting here listening to music and the thunderclouds rolling in. How excited am I that monsoon season is here? I think I have reverse seasonal affectiveness disorder. I hate how there is no weather down here most of the time. Always hot, sunny, and cloudless. I want storms, rain, clouds, snow! I miss standing on the edge of the river or cliff in the wind and rain and feeling like the only person in the world. Although the lightning storms down here are pretty kickass.
Things I've done to avoid studying:
Attempted to go to the gym (it was closed)
Cleaned my room from top to bottom
Watched 3 movies while wandering the internet
Ironed my BDUs
Shine booth pairs of boots
Cleaned out the fridge and food shelves
Packed up the next box of books to mail home (Lord, I'm a bookworm)
Bought 2 more books on Amazon
Scrubbed the bathroom floor
Things I should be doing before nightfall:
Go running once it cools off
Study my review sheet
Eat something besides the piece of chocolate I had for breakfast
Practice my situps/pushups (one week til the PT test)
Right. I'll get right on it.