the navy
"do it again and i'll slit your fucking throat"
really? i'm not one to let people get me down, usually... but this time, for reasons unknown to me, it got me really upset. here i am, sacrificing my lunch hour (voluntarily, might i add), helping these people sell pizza. i went out of my way to go get them a table, chairs, a cooler, ice FOR the cooler, all by myself without them asking... just to help out. stuck around, sold some damn fucking pizza for 2 hours. being really nice and friendly. and then, god forbid, i see a friend.. "hey sarah!" "hey lucas!"
"are we using first names now, kraus? is that how we do it in the navy? professionalism?"
"uhhhhhh....?" (screws up face... kinda confused like)
let me insert here - - people use first names ALL THE TIME. all the fucking time. notice he called me sarah first... ???
"i've heard things about you, kraus. blah blah blah.. yadda yadda yadda, bitching out standard shit..... you do it again, i'll slit your fucking throat. got it?" (walks away. i didn't even respond. i was a little dumbfounded at that point.)
sorry petty officer... is THAT professional? you're going to slit my fucking throat? i dont even KNOW you... but this whole time we've been volunteering together, as rude as you've been to me all along, dont think i didn't notice, i was super duper nice and helpful to you. i'm not professional? you're FAT! how about you become professional and try to meet the navy's weight and physical training standards, huh? how about THAT. then, when you're done, grow the fuck up and stop judging other peoples situations that you've heard about from other people. what you know probably isn't even fucking true.
thats what really pisses me off about this whole thing. not that she wanted to slit my throat. but that i know she's friends with this person in charge of me.. and i trusted this person... and now i know that she talks shit about me.. and is spreading my situation around. not to mention, i've heard stories told by this person before.. stories that i've witnessed... and she is a HUGE exaggerator. i cant even imagine what she's been saying about me. awesome. i love judgments based on hearsay.
excellent day. yoga in 5 hours. i hope melissa or cody gets home soon so i can have someone cheer me up. for now... i think i'll make a strong glass of kava.
really? i'm not one to let people get me down, usually... but this time, for reasons unknown to me, it got me really upset. here i am, sacrificing my lunch hour (voluntarily, might i add), helping these people sell pizza. i went out of my way to go get them a table, chairs, a cooler, ice FOR the cooler, all by myself without them asking... just to help out. stuck around, sold some damn fucking pizza for 2 hours. being really nice and friendly. and then, god forbid, i see a friend.. "hey sarah!" "hey lucas!"
"are we using first names now, kraus? is that how we do it in the navy? professionalism?"
"uhhhhhh....?" (screws up face... kinda confused like)
let me insert here - - people use first names ALL THE TIME. all the fucking time. notice he called me sarah first... ???
"i've heard things about you, kraus. blah blah blah.. yadda yadda yadda, bitching out standard shit..... you do it again, i'll slit your fucking throat. got it?" (walks away. i didn't even respond. i was a little dumbfounded at that point.)
sorry petty officer... is THAT professional? you're going to slit my fucking throat? i dont even KNOW you... but this whole time we've been volunteering together, as rude as you've been to me all along, dont think i didn't notice, i was super duper nice and helpful to you. i'm not professional? you're FAT! how about you become professional and try to meet the navy's weight and physical training standards, huh? how about THAT. then, when you're done, grow the fuck up and stop judging other peoples situations that you've heard about from other people. what you know probably isn't even fucking true.
thats what really pisses me off about this whole thing. not that she wanted to slit my throat. but that i know she's friends with this person in charge of me.. and i trusted this person... and now i know that she talks shit about me.. and is spreading my situation around. not to mention, i've heard stories told by this person before.. stories that i've witnessed... and she is a HUGE exaggerator. i cant even imagine what she's been saying about me. awesome. i love judgments based on hearsay.
excellent day. yoga in 5 hours. i hope melissa or cody gets home soon so i can have someone cheer me up. for now... i think i'll make a strong glass of kava.