FML my life

A lot happened in the last few days. When I say a lot it means a bunch of small stuff that seems like its pointless, but put it all together and its like a shit storm of retardation mixed with glee. This post will be organized in a bitch-fest-story manner.

Two days ago was the last day of our culminating training exercise. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was out, the bird(intentional) was chirping. It wasn't hot or cold, but just right. My coffee was delicious and it was the last day(that's a fantabulous feeling no matter which way you look at it). We woke up knowing it was the last day, but we didn't know how or when it would end, kinda like prom. Things were going well in the office, it was a slow day and the crew was meshing well. Around noon we got the news...the exercise would end at 2pm. It was great. That was the best news in weeks. We could not wait for 2 to roll around. Finally it is 1:55, I finish my smoke and run into the building screaming "ATTENTION IN THE TOC"(this grabs EVERYONES attention) "10-9-8..." By the number 7 everyone chimed in. It was beautiful, everyone smiling and singing. Once we hit 1 it was like a tornado hit our building. I have never seen such teamwork before. Everyone wanted that TOC apart and we were gonna do it in record time. It was like we were Special Forces TOC tearer downers, people found something to do and did it. 2 people stood at the shredder while others merrily tore crap off the walls, computers came apart in seconds. It was amazing, officers and enlisted working together like never before. Immediately after the countdown music was streaming on cue from the one computer with loud speakers. It wasn't just any music either. It was motivational. We're talking songs like "barbie girl" to which a lieutenant was getting "jiggy". You know, "special" music. It was a dance party and the night shift guys really missed out. All in all it took us around 45 minutes to an hour to tear that building down to nothing. It was a feat of epic proportions. Now comes the shitty part(its weird how the shitty part is always preceded by fun). It is time to clean, sweep, mop, you know shit like that. Well I start to notice the numbers dwindling in the building. People keep sneaking off and before you know it there's 5 of us left. The part that really pissed me off is that only 1 of the 5 was a non commission officer(NCO/sergeant). We just got screwed over by our senior enlisted, who went back to the barracks and took a nap or went to the gym. It was cool though because the one NCO we had with us took care of us. Everyone is gonna bail on us? Ok, fuck that were out too. It was refreshing to see that basic leadership quality in this company which, in my opinion has a large majority of shitty people that hold rank, but don't know how to be leaders. It might not sound like it, but it was a roller coaster of a day.

The next day was on par or even worse. I'm told that I have a bunch of shit to do at 9am. Cool. Its easy stuff and I can sleep in. Wrong. Turns out they decided to start everything at 7. Not that big of a deal. I get up and finish everything within 20 minutes. Sweet. Time to relax. Wrong again. I got an idea, lets grab the same people who were left cleaning the TOC yesterday and take them back to the TOC to finish cleaning it. It's really not that big of a deal because the guy running the show is a senior NCO who I respect a lot and he just wants to get the shit done so we can GTFO of this range and go to main post for awhile. No real problem here, we go clean, make that shit sparkle and get the OK to bail. Its 1245, just in time for the bus to main post. We get permission and move out. We get there and the bus is full. Awesome, we'll catch the next one in an hour. Show up at 2pm, jump on the bus, and roll to main post. Finally, we are away from all the retardation.(did i speak too soon?) Whoa not so fast, almost immediately upon getting to main post all of our phones starting ringing.(I think I did) It's the company and they just wanna fuck our day up. We are told about a 5pm formation we must attend. Awesomesauce(its freaking everywhere around here). It is 2:50 and we have to catch the 4 o'clock bus back to our shit hole. There goes the movie we were gonna watch and all the morale associated with it and the trip we got to pseudo take. Upon returning to the "alamo"(where we train/live) we learn that the 5 o'clock formation was called because 2 soldiers did not turn in bags to send to Los Angeles. One of them was a captain and the other a master sergeant. The captain was gone taking care of things for the deployment and the master sergeant was busy working his ass off for the company. (NOTE: in no way am I blaming these 2 people for anything). It's just frustrating that the bullshit never stops with this company.
/Rant
Thanks for listening.

Today was entertaining, but I will write about it tomorrow because it is late and this post is wayyy too long already.

G'nite world.

Yes, I know, Different show. It's damn close though.