A Day with D
Today was a day that I think is worth recording, as so few are. I tried so very terribly hard to go to sleep last night. Alas, just as I began to drift to sleep I was awoken by the sounds of lust from the couple upstairs. I groaned in resentment and thoughts of double homicide and marched to my kitchen to do some dishes...of all things. I did talk to kitten for a bit, found out she is the madam of the Halloween party at her store today. Here's keeping parts of my body crossed that she didn't explode with rage and shove a plastic pitch fork up her districk managers arse.
Following that uplifting conversation and the cerimonial and theraputic dunking of my glasses, plates and stabby forks (for indeed my mood was most foul before such) I once again trudged my weary way to my secluded sleep depervation chamber, tossing my battered body onto the matress so close to the earth. I difted off to slumber land where pixes mended my pain and filled me with warmth. Alas again, a pac-man like monster most fiendish appeared and began to consume my little fairy friends with the single mindedness of a Catholic priest at a cub scout convention. I awoke with a start and realized that the horrible sound pac-man was makeing was instead the couple upstair's alarm clock, steadily getting loudy with its annoying beeps. I look at my lovely alarm clock, so silent and trustworthy. It staired back, the glowing numbers on its face mirroring my own disbelief. ~03:30~!?!? Such a time should not even exist!! And I certainly shouldn't be forced to view its existance! I yelled in a most rightous fashion, calling upon the heavens to smite those that had sinned against the law of nature. I heard instead my voice, croaking from my body struggleing to hold onto its sleep state, "ALARM CLOCK TURN OFF!!!" And almost of its own violation my arm raised and thrumbed the wall, one, two, three times, like the beating of a murders heart. I heard a spring that sprung and mercifully the noise died to only the echos which haunted in my mind. I sank my head to the pillow and knew no more.
beep....beep....beep....beeP....beEP....bEEP....BEEP....BEEP!!! ARRGHHHH!!!! I howled at the indignity of it all. Why oh why must great men be made to suffer? The clock read 0430 now and no amount of yelling or banging would bring an end to the insidious sound of that infernal beeping. Infact, I pounded so hard that the dogs upstairs started barking at ME! I gathered my pillow, still warm from where I had laid and shambled my way to my liveing room to fall asleep on the floor. I knew no more.
I woke, later then I was supposed to but it was fine by me because the boss owed me one and I told him I was going to be late 'soon' though I wasn't sure when. I had a nice bowl of cereal while reading Dilbert and then a shower. There was a bit of a bounce in my step as I made myself a large mug of tea and hopped in the Busted Bino Mobile and slide into work. Look a parking place close up, how rare and lucky. I worked on my eval, yes believe it or not I write my own. Its my end of tour award for my sea time. Of course the eval has to be approved but what the hey. In the midst of makeing my accomplishments gleam like the light of a thousand suns I quized and helped some NUBs (non usefull bodies, a.k.a. unqualified personel) become less ignorant. Are you ready for the interesting part?
An associate of mine was useing the computer to look at our pay sheets, as they are saved online for quite a period. We used to recieve hard copies but they have recently switched to this method. I took the chance to bring up my pay sheet. It was then that something odd was pointed out to me. This associate was the same pay grade and had been in service the same amount of time as me. Those are the two factors that determine what your Base pay is. The rest of your pay is given on sea time, allowances like food and houseing and other factors that don't apply here (this assosicate is married so he gets more money though for houseing). Anyway, we noticed that my base pay was showing up at 90 dollars less then his. And all the way back as far as I could check it was 90 dollars less then his... We checked and HIS was the correct amount of money that WE BOTH should have been getting. What happened was I was getting paid as someone with only three years in the Navy, not five. This means I had been getting cheated out of 90 dollars every month. We of course ran to our admin people. As it stands now from what I figure it must have been going on for almost a full two years, and if you do the math, 90 dollars a month times 24...I'M OWED OVER TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS!!! *Big shit eating grin* I'm sure all of you are happy for me. Though I don't have the money yet, I am going to harp on the people until this is resolved to my satisfaction. And ohhhhhh boy am I gonna be a pain in the ass $2000.
I got off work around noon, went home and the maintenance guy came and fixed my tub and changed my air filter, which made me warm and fuzzy. Afterwards I went to do something I've been meaning to for quiet a while and it made me very content to do it. I'll probably share that later though. Directly following that I went and bought a brand new bike so I can start rideing again. It'll save on gas and its the closest thing to flying I've ever found so I love it. My last bike died as I bent the handle bars and wrenched the chain, but it was a cheap bike from the NEX (Navy Exchange). This bike I bought at a bike shop and was rather expensive and is all aluminum frame, double layered, machined rims, blah blah blah... Its a nice bike and the guy delivered it for me.
I am full now, having feasted on chinese food. I'm keeping the windows open, that I just WD-40'ed to let them slide easier and the gentle sound of rain outside is like music to me. It was a lovely day, though, I do believe that much of its fullness was not caused by mere chance but by my willingness to take all I wanted from the day. That and the souls I've been sacrificeing to my dark master.
Thankyou if I've read this far and I appoligize for takeing up so much room in your valuable journal space. To those that read my inproper post I appoligize for venting in public. Its rather too dramatic and I loath such things, though I'm a guilty as the next. Though true guilt would show evidence of a desire to halt so I'll shut my trap. Later Gator.
Following that uplifting conversation and the cerimonial and theraputic dunking of my glasses, plates and stabby forks (for indeed my mood was most foul before such) I once again trudged my weary way to my secluded sleep depervation chamber, tossing my battered body onto the matress so close to the earth. I difted off to slumber land where pixes mended my pain and filled me with warmth. Alas again, a pac-man like monster most fiendish appeared and began to consume my little fairy friends with the single mindedness of a Catholic priest at a cub scout convention. I awoke with a start and realized that the horrible sound pac-man was makeing was instead the couple upstair's alarm clock, steadily getting loudy with its annoying beeps. I look at my lovely alarm clock, so silent and trustworthy. It staired back, the glowing numbers on its face mirroring my own disbelief. ~03:30~!?!? Such a time should not even exist!! And I certainly shouldn't be forced to view its existance! I yelled in a most rightous fashion, calling upon the heavens to smite those that had sinned against the law of nature. I heard instead my voice, croaking from my body struggleing to hold onto its sleep state, "ALARM CLOCK TURN OFF!!!" And almost of its own violation my arm raised and thrumbed the wall, one, two, three times, like the beating of a murders heart. I heard a spring that sprung and mercifully the noise died to only the echos which haunted in my mind. I sank my head to the pillow and knew no more.
beep....beep....beep....beeP....beEP....bEEP....BEEP....BEEP!!! ARRGHHHH!!!! I howled at the indignity of it all. Why oh why must great men be made to suffer? The clock read 0430 now and no amount of yelling or banging would bring an end to the insidious sound of that infernal beeping. Infact, I pounded so hard that the dogs upstairs started barking at ME! I gathered my pillow, still warm from where I had laid and shambled my way to my liveing room to fall asleep on the floor. I knew no more.
I woke, later then I was supposed to but it was fine by me because the boss owed me one and I told him I was going to be late 'soon' though I wasn't sure when. I had a nice bowl of cereal while reading Dilbert and then a shower. There was a bit of a bounce in my step as I made myself a large mug of tea and hopped in the Busted Bino Mobile and slide into work. Look a parking place close up, how rare and lucky. I worked on my eval, yes believe it or not I write my own. Its my end of tour award for my sea time. Of course the eval has to be approved but what the hey. In the midst of makeing my accomplishments gleam like the light of a thousand suns I quized and helped some NUBs (non usefull bodies, a.k.a. unqualified personel) become less ignorant. Are you ready for the interesting part?
An associate of mine was useing the computer to look at our pay sheets, as they are saved online for quite a period. We used to recieve hard copies but they have recently switched to this method. I took the chance to bring up my pay sheet. It was then that something odd was pointed out to me. This associate was the same pay grade and had been in service the same amount of time as me. Those are the two factors that determine what your Base pay is. The rest of your pay is given on sea time, allowances like food and houseing and other factors that don't apply here (this assosicate is married so he gets more money though for houseing). Anyway, we noticed that my base pay was showing up at 90 dollars less then his. And all the way back as far as I could check it was 90 dollars less then his... We checked and HIS was the correct amount of money that WE BOTH should have been getting. What happened was I was getting paid as someone with only three years in the Navy, not five. This means I had been getting cheated out of 90 dollars every month. We of course ran to our admin people. As it stands now from what I figure it must have been going on for almost a full two years, and if you do the math, 90 dollars a month times 24...I'M OWED OVER TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS!!! *Big shit eating grin* I'm sure all of you are happy for me. Though I don't have the money yet, I am going to harp on the people until this is resolved to my satisfaction. And ohhhhhh boy am I gonna be a pain in the ass $2000.
I got off work around noon, went home and the maintenance guy came and fixed my tub and changed my air filter, which made me warm and fuzzy. Afterwards I went to do something I've been meaning to for quiet a while and it made me very content to do it. I'll probably share that later though. Directly following that I went and bought a brand new bike so I can start rideing again. It'll save on gas and its the closest thing to flying I've ever found so I love it. My last bike died as I bent the handle bars and wrenched the chain, but it was a cheap bike from the NEX (Navy Exchange). This bike I bought at a bike shop and was rather expensive and is all aluminum frame, double layered, machined rims, blah blah blah... Its a nice bike and the guy delivered it for me.
I am full now, having feasted on chinese food. I'm keeping the windows open, that I just WD-40'ed to let them slide easier and the gentle sound of rain outside is like music to me. It was a lovely day, though, I do believe that much of its fullness was not caused by mere chance but by my willingness to take all I wanted from the day. That and the souls I've been sacrificeing to my dark master.
Thankyou if I've read this far and I appoligize for takeing up so much room in your valuable journal space. To those that read my inproper post I appoligize for venting in public. Its rather too dramatic and I loath such things, though I'm a guilty as the next. Though true guilt would show evidence of a desire to halt so I'll shut my trap. Later Gator.