The title is completely an inside joke, which makes it double-hilarious and super irritating for those outside the "trust tree". Sorry, that's how we roll...OK fine, I'll break it down. You see, our boss' last name is Rabe, so we, being his underlings, needed a bonding community label. Seeing that we are sleep and nutrition deprived, for the most part, we charge deep down rabbit holes of giddy and sarcastic. I tend to be toward the front of those charges, guilty. Welcome to the club.
Low key today. Tom Brady lost his mojo, which made me muy malo (making up Spanglish due to my proximity to Mexico. I'm pleased with the results thus far), but I got to watch some of the game when we moved our little operations group down to the Morale, Welfare, and Recreation (MWR) building. They've got one room with tables and chairs where folks go to get out of the barracks/offices and jump on the Wi-Fi signal. The cool thing about that is you get to hear, and if your lucky, see everyone Skyping or FaceTime-ing with their people. One of the Soldiers from our unit, who is steadily rising up the Extra-Obnoxious Mock Draft (the real draft happens when we hit Afghanistan, and stress will cause us to lose our patience and tact) was mouth-clicking and smooching and baby talking to her dog/cat (who cares, never acceptable). The second room has a huge projector screen with all of the games on, wide screen TV's for gaming and crap for troopers to escape for a second and socialize. We sat there and casually worked through our tasks for the day.
Following that was a meeting, where I make snippy comments, another meeting, where I make more snippy comments, and sprinkle in some helpful facts and a witty quip or two. Then I focus to drop a little knowledge here for y'all. Hopefully soon after that retire back to the cubby of fun I call my bunk (lower bunk, first come first served. Woot woot).
Physical Training at 0500, where the motto is "we came here to chew bubblegum and inadequately warm up and stretch followed by calisthenic drills akin to Tai Chi meets low-impact P90X man-aerobics...and we're all out of bubblegum".
Tomorrow is already here.
In my head I picture lots of ridiculous capoeira-ing. It's like you're right at home on Venice Beach.
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