Observations, Can you believe half of what you see?
Part I
You may not believe any of these things that I saw. Some of these things are ramblings that I lament and wonder about.
| "The Wardroom MS should offer the Admiral juice or water upon his rising in the morning and periodically throughout the day." |
Order given to our cooks for when some Admiral rode our boat for a while. This guy (ADMIRAL) must get tired of everyone sucking up to him. How can a person live like that? Everyday, everything, someone else sucking up to the big boss. Would your butt get tired of all the noses being there? |
| ET3, Junior Sailor of the Quarter. |
It wasn't too long ago, about a year, that this guy was on watch topside, our boat tied up next to a tender. It is 2 AM, he has to pee. Rather than wake someone up, rather than call for another watchstander that is already up, rather than hang it out over the side, he pisses his pants! He gets told to go below and change his pants so he does. Did I mention he changed his underwear? No? That's because he DIDN'T! |
| Offciers throw a party for the Chiefs. All chiefs required to attend. Problem, one chief has duty. He volunteers to skip party. NO! says E-9. End result, 3 guys go port and starboard to accomidate one chief going to party. |
Just another fine example that the blue shirt working dog is a tool to be used and if it breaks, get another one. No one cares, they are cheap. |
| E-5 mechanic sent home on augment. He has two months of the boat while we are at sea. He is coming back tonigh unexpectedly because we need him to support the watchbill. We lost another mechanic and a reactor operator. |
E-5 was MM2. Other mechanic lost went psyco nuts when he found out his wife was leaving him. RO went nuts when he found out his significant other was leaving him. E-5 returned so another mechanic could go was dishes. No one else on board could was those dishes, had to be a mechanic. MM2 got BOAT-SCREWED again. |
| Censored E-mail. We have the capability of sending e-mail while we are out at sea. E-mail can be text only. We can mail mom, dad, wife, kids, but all outgoing and in-coming is read for content before distributed. |
I can see if I was to type things about our schedule, where we were going to be when, and that get censored. I could see if someone wrote me that my mom died and they didn't want me to know about that until we got to port. I can't see why I can't send out things like "I REALLY HATE IT HERE!" or "THIS PLACE SUCKS!" or "PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING OUT HERE" or "GUESS WHAT MY BOSS DID THAT WAS STUPID..." that stuff also gets censored because we don't want to give the appearance that our boat is having personnel personal problems. I WONDER WHAT THEY WILL THINK OF THIS! |
| What is you "DELTA?" |
It is the quantity of (legnth of penis erect/legnth of penis soft)-(weight/height). Who thinks up this crap? I have a list of names and numbers here. Why would anyone care, especially a group of guys on a submarine in the middle of the ocean? (NO, MY NAME ISN'T ON LIST.) |
| We had a shellback ceremony. This is a time honored thing you do when you cross the equator. The people that already have are "SHELLBACKS" and the people that haven't yet are "POLYWOGS." This "ceremony" consists of various things that are kind of like college frat initiations or other forms of hazing. |
And we went south because we were close to the line. Not because we had to go, but because we were close and wanted somthing to do. Something to do, lets' go south so we can pick on the polywogs! We planned a ceremony, and PARTICIPATION WAS VOLUNTARY. I chose not to attend, I chose not to participate. When asked why, I said we are going for no reason. I said it was hazing and harassment. I am forced to attend training about how this is bad because the Navy had a problem with these things. Now I am being told this is OK because the command is going to monitor the event. Double Standard. I e-mailed that to my mom, not, it was censored. |
| I can say one good thing about the submarine service...NO WOMEN ALLOWED!! That's right, NO! You can't go. When we go out to sea, only men on board. Women are not permitted. It is OFF LIMITS! |
If you are looking for a job that does not require your personal interaction with female working counterparts, join the NAVY and go SUBMARINES. NO WOMEN ALLOWED. Now, this in itself is a testament to how screwed up the submarine service is. Women feminist nazis have moved in on every other frontier that men have ruled, all but one. NO WOMEN ON SUBS. Don't try to join because YOU CAN'T. |
| So I have duty last night, and I get a phone call from my wife. My daughter was feeling sick and she wanted to talk to her daddy. I talked to her and she perked right up. She had celebrated Christmas yesterday, one of three. She told me about the presents she got and asked me if I would come home and watch her new movie with her. She also wanted me to play with her new toys with her. |
This is a huge reason why I am leaving the Navy. Take your fast attack schedule, or lack there of and pack it. My kids, my family are everything. You expect me to have family values and be honorable in my personnal dealing with others and live up to my obligations, LET ME DO IT! |
| Today, I went down to the parking garage under the BEQ I am living in. On my windhsield under my driver side wiper was a piece of paper. My first thought was that there was someone advertising something or other. In actuality, it was a printed sheet of paper reminding me that where I was parked was reserved for E-7 and above. At least I didn't get a ticket. |
THIS IS CRAP! It's not like there was alot of cars there, there were plenty of parking spaces available. This is a twelve story TRANSIENT BEQ, not everyone here has a car, and of those that do, most don't have their car here with them. One more thing, there is a chief (E-7) BEQ two hundred yards west of this building. To my knowledge, there are no CPOs, E-7s, or above living in this building. WHY DO THEY NEED PARKING HERE? |
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