Jesus Christ
01-21-2006, 08:49 PM
My life FUCKING sucks. Okay, not that bad. It still blows.
First of all, I've had no internet for goddamned near three fucking weeks. THREE FUCKING WEEKS. THREE. FUCKING. WEEKS.
I know I've bitched a LOT before about how fucking insane my battery is, but...Jesus. Sweet fucking Jesus.
We're going to be going to the field two weeks every goddamned month. EVERY GODDAMNED MONTH. Why? I'll tell you why. Because we hadn't gone for like three months, and a few people bitched about just sweeping rocks, and the LTC heard them, so he decided to give us all the training he could. Fuck me. The worst part? He's not doing it to teach us a lesson. He's doing it because he's that hardcore.
I have to jump again on Thursday (I just jumped last week), and that wouldn't be all that bad, but we have to wait for the motherfucking infantry to do whatever the fuck they want to do before we go back. So we're looking at leaving Rheine/Luzon at about 2:30.
We go to the field the Monday after for the week, come back, then go again the next week.
God motherfucking DAMMIT!
This is a shitstorm of fuck heading my way. Why? I'm in ammo. This means I am responsible for all of the ammo that we're going to be drawing and using (well, sort of. We have no NCOs in my section (another heap of JOY), so basically I'm 13 Bitch for right now), and we're going to have to unload it all by ourselves. All three of us. 105 boxes aren't fucking light--120 pounds each.
And then, since there is no ammo NCO, we have to give a truck over to HHC Brigade, who will be drawing for us. It's only one truck. That's not so bad. In fact, that alone is good. The problem is the following: our trucks blow. I strongly doubt that either one of our trucks (well, we have three, but 75 does NOT count--it's that deadlined. I can tell you all that is right with it in one sentence: new drive shaft. Yes, that's all that isn't fucked up.) can make it in there without work. One has a Class II leak. It's tiny, but enough to maybe get noticed at 6:30 AM. The other needs new tires. Okay, motor bay has them, and there are three of us, no problem, right? Problem. The other two guys aren't going to be there tomorrow, as they'll be filling out paperwork. The mechanics have been ORSing for a while, and they can't support with manpower, and I can't fucking change a tire for a FMTV by my fucking self. Sweet fuck.
There's a reason why I have started drinking. Not enough to get drunk every night, but last night was the first night I didn't drink this week. Goddammit.
First of all, I've had no internet for goddamned near three fucking weeks. THREE FUCKING WEEKS. THREE. FUCKING. WEEKS.
I know I've bitched a LOT before about how fucking insane my battery is, but...Jesus. Sweet fucking Jesus.
We're going to be going to the field two weeks every goddamned month. EVERY GODDAMNED MONTH. Why? I'll tell you why. Because we hadn't gone for like three months, and a few people bitched about just sweeping rocks, and the LTC heard them, so he decided to give us all the training he could. Fuck me. The worst part? He's not doing it to teach us a lesson. He's doing it because he's that hardcore.
I have to jump again on Thursday (I just jumped last week), and that wouldn't be all that bad, but we have to wait for the motherfucking infantry to do whatever the fuck they want to do before we go back. So we're looking at leaving Rheine/Luzon at about 2:30.
We go to the field the Monday after for the week, come back, then go again the next week.
God motherfucking DAMMIT!
This is a shitstorm of fuck heading my way. Why? I'm in ammo. This means I am responsible for all of the ammo that we're going to be drawing and using (well, sort of. We have no NCOs in my section (another heap of JOY), so basically I'm 13 Bitch for right now), and we're going to have to unload it all by ourselves. All three of us. 105 boxes aren't fucking light--120 pounds each.
And then, since there is no ammo NCO, we have to give a truck over to HHC Brigade, who will be drawing for us. It's only one truck. That's not so bad. In fact, that alone is good. The problem is the following: our trucks blow. I strongly doubt that either one of our trucks (well, we have three, but 75 does NOT count--it's that deadlined. I can tell you all that is right with it in one sentence: new drive shaft. Yes, that's all that isn't fucked up.) can make it in there without work. One has a Class II leak. It's tiny, but enough to maybe get noticed at 6:30 AM. The other needs new tires. Okay, motor bay has them, and there are three of us, no problem, right? Problem. The other two guys aren't going to be there tomorrow, as they'll be filling out paperwork. The mechanics have been ORSing for a while, and they can't support with manpower, and I can't fucking change a tire for a FMTV by my fucking self. Sweet fuck.
There's a reason why I have started drinking. Not enough to get drunk every night, but last night was the first night I didn't drink this week. Goddammit.