25 August 2004

The way things are...

I hate playing catchup with my blog. I apologize for not throwing a post up, just that I had some personal buisness to cover and didn't want to pollute my mind with thinking about what to write.

It's 11 am and, alas, I should be sleeping. I had to get a fresh hair-chop for our inspection tomorrow morning. I feel like a recruit with the way they chopped me hair off, but I like it that way. Saves money on shampoo. But no worries about the sleep, since I have tonight off, I have plenty of time to play catchup on my sleep.

I had my Sea-Duty screening physical on Monday. Good Stuff... I noticed on my apointment sheet that I had a female Doctor assigned to do my physical. I was thinking to myself how nice it would be for a hot female doctor to fondle my balls and stuff. How wrong I was!! I check in at the fifteen minutes early. The corpsman gets my vitals and takes me back to the exam room. None of your typical drop your drawers or get naked talk. The corpsman asks me the usual questions about Tobacco and Alchohol use. She says "Illicit Drugs?" and I answer "Yes please!" Typical military humor since we can't do none of that shit. She tells me that the doc will be in to see me in a couple minutes. After about 6 minutes of sitting there looking at the posters about clogged atereys and smoking cessation, this dude walks in and asks, "How's your ankle?" I was like "What the f--k are you talking about?" "Oh, sorry. Your the guy for the sea-duty screen" "Uh, yes sir." Turns out hes a civilian med student. Not an Intern or resident, a med student. I hate med students, but I'm used to them by now. He runs through my physical and everything. No pecker check, no butt check. Just lymph node palpation and heart and lung sounds. "I'll go talk to the Doc about your paperwork and we'll be back in a second." I had some authorization for sea-duty paperwork she needed to sign. Well here the doctor walks in. Old lady, must have been 50 with thick coke-bottle glasses and moles all over her face. Just wanted to listen to my ticker, since it was beating fast from the 3 cups of coffee and the 3 ciggarettes I had smoked before my appointment. Smart thing to do huh? Then she notices my face is flushed, because its hotter than hell in the exam room. She orders a Thyroid test to see if my thyroid is functioning properly. WTF??? Theres nothing wrong with my Thyroid! And thats exactly what my labs looked like when I looked them up last night on the system. So I'm all cleared for Sea-Duty. Now if I could only get my Department Head to sign my sheet for Detach date verification, which she refuses to sign for reasons I'll get to in a minute.

Monday night was also my first day back at work since the incident last week. Went off without a hitch, except that my nurse was charge, so I was running around doing most of the work. Note to self: Do not wear brand new uniform shoes on a 12 hour shift before properly breaking them in. My feet were throbbing by the night's end, since I was on my feet, running around like a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. No other problems than that, except I got behind a little here and there for patient load reasons. You can't do everything at once when your by yourself. I spent a probably a total of an hour on the phone with the Pharmacy trying to get the meds for our patients sent up. To all the RNs that read my blog...Are all hospital pharmacys jacked up to the point where you have to send the MD Orders 20 billion times before they send the meds up 2 1/2 hours after the patient was supposed to get them? Good stuff!

Last night was more of the same. Had a demented patient that fell down flat on her face and busted the shite out of it. Got really combative and really wouldn't let us do anything but vitals. Not too busy. Nurses heped me out a lot last night. It was a lax night and we all heckled and joked with each other. One of the nurses kept hitting me in the nuts with his stethoscope. So while he was sitting charting on the computer, I dropped a liter bag of saline(unopened) right on his lap. Talk about hurting. Paybacks a bitch, huh?

This morning, as the shift was winding down, my DH said she wanted to speak with me about last weeks "event." We sat and talked for a good hour about the stress I've been under and outlets for help. I have an appointment to go see the chaplain to get some pointers on some stress relieving activities that'll get my mind off stuff so I can function better at work. I'm probably going to see my Chief for a DRB( Disciplinary Review Board). My LPO says its very unlikely that it'll go farther than that, but I'll keep everyone posted on how things work out. They have to collect "Data" on me before they do a formal board so I just sit and wait for now I guess. Theres not much data to collect on me since before these incidents I have nothing bad in my record. A lot of the stuff I have are compliments and LOA's (Letters of Appreciation). My eval scores are decent. I doubt anything bads gonna come down. More EMI probably. I know when my HM1 comes off con leave, he'll be pissed at me and real dissappointed. I guess you cant please 'em all. I try though, maybe too hard at times. To the reason my DH won't sign my transfer paperwork is that she needs to think about whether or not I'm qualified enough at this point to be the Jr. Corpsman onboard ship. Load of BS that it is. Another thing I have to wait on.

Well here we are. Tuesday morning at 12:30. Tired as fuck and ready for bed. Gonna watch Mad Max and rift off to never-neverland.

Navy Doc Out...

23 August 2004

The Time of Your Life

Another turning point a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go
So make the best of this test and don't ask why
It's not a question but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life

It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
-Green Day, Good Riddance(Time of your Life)

This song is all I'm thinking right now...Can't think of much else to post about right now. Tkae care everyone.

20 August 2004

Life...funny isn't it....

Life has a strange way of coming and smacking you right in the face.

First off, my ex.... Skank whore, slut, bitch that she is. Well maybe thats a little harsh, but as you can tell I harbor bad feelings with the whole mess. I feel it necessary to give a rundown of the history between us two. When I was a junior in high school( 4 years ago) she broke up with her boyfriend. I saw the opportunity to ask her out. So we went on a couple dates and decided that we should date each other exclusively, or go steady as some call it. So we did the dating thing, kissing in the halls at school, taking each other to school dances, stuff like that. Mind you she was a year older than me, and a Senior. After graduation she stayed around and we continued to go out together. I took her to my Senior Prom, and the NJROTC Navy Ball, while she was in school, we were in together. I guess you could call her my high school sweetheart. I hung around after I graduated also, not sure what to do with my life. She got me a job at the Senior Citizen retirement home that she was a receptionist at working up in the kitchen. Well I worked there for about 6-7 months, then I figured that to be a pilot (which has been my childhood dream since that movie called "Top Gun" came out) I had to join the military. Of course being the independent and spontaneous person that I am, I went and signed up. That very same day I went and bought an engagement ring, I was going to pop the question. Somehow, through channels still unknown, she found out that I had joined up before I got the chance to tell her. I went to go see her the next day to take her out to dinner, where I was going to propose. Before I got the chance she told me that she knew I was going to be leaving to go to boot camp soon and that she couldn't take being that far apart and that she wanted to end it. This crushed me, but there was nothing I could do but get up and walk away from it all and move on with my life. Fast Forward till present day... She's married to a navy guy and 7 months pregenant with their first and his third child. They live in Florida and he's deployed. She's been leaving messages on my voice mail telling me that "She needs me." I'm severely stressed over this. And just for the record, we never had sex. She wanted to wait till she got married.

The next thing thats stressing me out beyond repair. Last week I mischarted urine output on a man whos on Dialysis. He hasn't pissed in 3 years. Obviously I made a mistake, but no one wants to see it that way. On top of the mistake I made 3 weeks ago which was similar in nature, I can only speculate on what they want to do to me, but I have a pretty good idea. I'll probably go to a Disciplinary review board with my Chief, who'll recommend XOI. I'll go to XOI and he'll recommend Captain's Mast. Thats where the shit is going to hit the fan. Worst case scenario is that I'll get 45 days Restriction / Extra Duty, forfeiture of 1/2 months pay x2, lose my Cadeucus( no longer be a corpsman) and receive a Bad Conduct Discharge from the military. My life is ruined. I don't know why I'm telling everyone this. I guess I need to get it off my chest.

I just want to crawl into a ball and disappear for awhile. I'm scared shitless right now. If I do get a BCD, I wont be able to even work at McDonald's. I'm such a wreck right now. I dont deserve to be called 'Doc' or even corpsman. I wonder what would become of me.

I have buisness to attend to. I dont know how long it'll be before I post again, so I love everybody and wish you all the best. Take Care......

Marc out....

17 August 2004

Let's see....what's new

I went to PSD today...

Well first I went to Military Family Health Center and got my record updated. Verified my 12 month for my HIV, which I'm cool with. Then I went to PSD and got my Transfer package. I filled out this form that asked if I wanted Advance Pay. Hell yes I want Advance Pay, I'll be 21. That's drinking money! No dependents, so I didn't have to fill out all that hoo-hah. No car, again none of that hoo-hah. I handed it to my Div-O to sign and she signed it no questions asked. Now my DH has to sign it...whos on leave right now. Anyways after that I went to the PRT office to get that stuff signed. The guy looked in the computer and signed my sheet, 1 failure, in Body-Comp standards, Hell yeah! No weight no tape, I was golden. Now the next thing I have to do is get my sea-duty screening accomplished. After that, its in the bag baby.

So the day I want to leave here is 01DEC2004, I'll fly into Sea-Tac and chill there for a couple days with some friends before going home to Port Orchard. Mom and Dad, I'm coming home!!!

What else to talk about.... I said my final goodbyes to Doc Arthur tonight. He leaves early tomorrow morning. I know i've said it once and I'll say it again. Fair Winds and Following seas Doc. "I WILL see you again. But not yet, not yet." --Gladiator Take care my friend. I'm gonna move to Hamlin so I can be your EMT when you're a Paramedic! You are my brother!

Well, I got peeps that wanna talk so I gotta run for now.

Navy Doc out...

16 August 2004

"Whats all the blog about?"

When I walked into work yesterday morning there was a Washington Times sitting on the desk at the nurses station. On the front page was a picture taken at the Democratic national convention and the headline read, "What's all the blog about?" Turns out it was a story about the blogging phenomena. Its was mostly about amateur journalists and political junkies who have started their own blog site. Not a word was written about the private blogs that many of us have, nothing about the numerous military blogs out there. Of course the Times is an etremely liberal newspaper so it didn't surprise me. Heres the link to the story one the web:

Whats all the Blog about?

Going to sleep...see you all tonight

15 August 2004

This is what being a Corpsman is all about

I wasn't going to post until my weekend of work was over, but I just have to post these happenings that happened at work last night.

I'm walking on Cloud Nine right now.

I had two particular instances last night when my heart just wanted to erupt with joy. I had an admit come in last night around two in the morning with CHF Exaserbation. She has a history of PTSD(Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) from being in a concentration camp in WWII. All this aside she is a complete sweetheart. Me being my compassionate self, bend over backwards for all my patients. Anyways somehow we got on the subject of transferring while I was drawing her blood. She says to me, "You're going to Hawaii, huh? You lucky dog. You'll probably meet yourself a girlfriend there. You will! Your not a bad looking guy. If I was about 16 or 17 I would definitely go for you." Needless to say I was quite taken aback by her remarks. It just confirms my suspicions that I'm a sexy bitch.

I was also taking care of a Ret. Marine Corps Maj. with HIV. He's been through everything health wise and is about ready to give up. All the estimates that we've gotten from the doctors have given him less than 6 months to live. I feel for the guy. Again I give my usual compassionate caring care to this gentlemen. Towards the end of the shift I was emptying his garbage and he says to me, "Doc(hearing the term "Doc" from a marine sends me into shivers of pure ecstacy), I just wanted to thank you for doing the best damn job I have seen. For making me feel comfortable and cared for." I walked over to him and put my hand on my shoulder, trying not to tear up in front of him and replied, "Major, thats my job. To keep people on this earth as long as their stay here entails." He looked at me, smiled and nodded, tears welling in his eyes. This is what being a Doc is all about.

Thats all. Navy Doc out...

13 August 2004

Thoughts from a distressed mind

This is going to be a short post, due to the fact that I need to get some things off my chest before I go to bed...

First off, to everyone that has been following, my punishment for that mistake I made is over and went off without a hitch. I had to present a report about honor and integrity to my subordinates this morning. Give it a couple days and lets see how they take it.

Next, a question that has plagued me my entire life. Why, when I start to get close to someone, do I do something to push them away? You know who you are, and I'm sorry. You have been a blessing in my life. You were able to make me smile when things started looking bleak. A great friendship has sprouted and its something that I don't want to lose. I cherish it too much.

Thats it. Navy Doc out...

12 August 2004

Change is the only constant in life. But why now?

I love the rain. But why does it always make me think of the bad things to life?

Why do I always seem to get close to someone right before they have to leave? One of my buds is tranfering and I feel like I hardly know him. I really only got to know him about 3 or 4 months ago, and I know that if I had more time to get to know him it wouldn't be so bad. One of the best guys that I met so far in the military. The other one that I've known since A school introduced us. Hes also a stand-up guy and someone that it's been a pleasure knowing. They're both going with the marines and that scares me. They are wonderful people and I just don't want anything to happen to them. I know for sure that one of them is deploying to Iraq in the very near future after he gets to his new unit at 29 Sticks. Both of them introduced me to the aspect of either running Fire or EMS after I get out, and I want to thank them for that. You guys are the best people I've met since being in the service. You've shown me my true calling in life and something that I would never be ashamed of doing, serving my fellow man. I want to thank you for everything you've shown me and taught me, and taking me in when no one else will. Doc Arthur and Doc Haines, fair winds and following seas, and may the very hand of God hold you in his hand(Arthur, I know you don't believe but just take it as it is). So to all the nights at the Broadway Diner, heres a toast to you! And yes Haines, you can have the milk WITH your meal.

If you didn't guess by earlier on, it's raining here and it's awesome. Thunder and lightning every couple minutes. Not much new going around here. Another day off, thats three in a row for everybody thats counting. Just a lot of thoughts running through my mind, trying to dodge all the cobwebs. So let's see, what to write about?

I went Paintballing on Saturday with the aforementioned gentlemen. Had a great time. We always end up on the same team for some reason. Needless to say we had a fucking blast. Then one of the guys came and watched me ge ink'd. Which by the way, it icthes like a bitch, cuz it's starting to peel. This is worse than actually getting it. The agony!

I also gotta start my own transfer process next week. For everybody that hasn't heard, I'm doing a cross-country and then some transfer from MD to Pearl Harbor, HI in December, witha 5 day stint in San Diego in between leave and reporting to the ship. I will be stationed on board the USS Reuben James (FFG-57). It will be an awesome experience I'm sure, to say the least. See, as a corpsman, I'm the only medical for 250 people onboard, except for maybe a First Class or a Chief, and maybe a striker underneath me. Plus, it's in Hawaii, which is like an added bonus to it all. I gotta go to the PRT office and get weighed and taped. Then go to PSD and pick up my transfer package where I can choose to get a whole bunch of advance pay and stuff, and I also get to pick the day I leave. Which I'm hoping will be in Late November or early December. I'm excited because there will be no bitchy nurses, and no doctors. It's all me baby!

Well thats about it for now. I'll catch up with y'all later.

10 August 2004

Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.

"Hand me my lightsaber, its the one that says bad mother fucker on it."

This blog took off faster than I realized.

Most of the contacts that I have now came through Vadergrrrl, one of the sweetest and wonderful bloggers out there. She happens to live about 20 minutes from my house in Washington. Her support of our Armed Forces is unrivaled by anyone in my opinion.

How I came to write this blog? I saw a article in People or some magazine like that about 2 months ago about an Army soldier in Iraq. I was at work at the time, it was a pretty slow night and right there I hopped on the computer and went to the page. I read a little bit and saw this link to a blog Doc in the Box and was suprised to find out it was a Corpsman deployed with a Casualty Evacuation squadron with the USMC. I thought to myself, "How ironic is this?" So I decided right then and there to start up my own and post about Corpsman life stateside, and give it a reality of what a Sailors life is like whos stuck on the shore(even though lately I haven't written much about work).

After a couple days I notice a post from someone with the SN Vadergrrrl. I figured it was just some young chick with a thing for guys in the military. So I cruise on over to her blog. Turns out shes a 34 year old, military loving woman who just so happens to live near my hometown. So turns a friendship budding that has given me new energy to do what I love. I love you grrrl.

So after a while people follow her link to my blog and I've added them to my links. I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for checking it out. So now on to daily events....

Today was pretty uneventful. Days off usually are. I got off work this morning about usual time and stayed up and watched one of my favorite racing movies, "Days of Thunder." After that I jumped on the net for a little while and cruised around, looking for upgrades to my Paintball Marker, and a Digital Camera. Then I threw on Episode II, curled up into my bed and fell asleep around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. I woke up about 5 or 6 and went outside to smoke. I met a couple of buds out there and we roll out to an "All You Can Eat" pizza joint. 4.81 for the Pizza bar and a Drink...beats Godfathers any day of the week. Anyways after that we come home and I find out that my bud was rear-ended today. That sucks, since hes headed on PCS leave in 6 days. Stick it out Colin, I'm here for ya buddy.

Well thats about it for now... Hopefully something interesting happens so I can write about it. Everyone take care and keep your heads up.

Still nothing to write about

I got this from Aimee's blog. Seems like shes hit the same writers block I have and just started doing shit for the hell of it. Here it is....check it out!

The \\
Last Cigarette:About an Hour AGo
Last Alcoholic Drink:LaBatts Blue, sometime last week
Last Car Ride:yesterday afternoon
Last Kiss:May....yes the month of May
Last Good Cry:Last Friday
Last Library Book:Some Star Wars Book
Last book bought:Tom Clancy's The Bear and The Dragon
Last Book Read:Starship Troopers by Robert Heinlein
Last Movie Seen in Theatres:King Arthur
Last Movie Rented:Hidalgo
Last Cuss Word Uttered:Fuck
Last Beverage Drank:Ginger Ale
Last Food Consumed:Ice Cream
Last Crush:Last Year Some time...currently in one, you know who you are!
Last Phone Call:To my Mom
Last TV Show Watched:Fear Factor
Last Time Showered:About 5:45 pm last night
Last Shoes Worn:Black Oxford Uniform Shoes
Last CD Played:Metallica-Garage Inc. Disc 1
Last Item Bought:Sweet n' Sour Chicken
Last Download:Superman- Eminem
Last Annoyance:My Nurse
Last Disappointment:I'd rather not talk abot it
Last Soda Drank:Mountain Dew
Last Thing Written:Mountain Dew
Last Key Used:my Locker Key
Last Words Spoken:Hey look at this
Last Sleep:About two hours ago
Last Ice Cream Eaten:Vanilla
Last Chair Sat In:Rolling Chair
Last Webpage Visited:randomaimee.blogspot.com


09 August 2004

A Few Questions...

I'm still not in the mood to write anything, it's kinda a melancholy mood right now. I'm at work, another slow night tonight I guess. So heres a little song, that happens to be from one of my more favorite country artists, Clay Walker.

How in this world can we put a man on the moon,
And still have a need for a place like St Jude's?
And why is one man born,In a place where all they know is war?
An' a guy like me,Has always been free.

An' how can two people who built a lovin' home,
Try for years an' never have a child of their own?
When somewhere out there tonight,
There's a baby no-one's holdin' tight:In need of love.To me, that don't add up.

But I wasn't there the day you filled up the oceans.
I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky.
So I don't mean to second guess you,
Or criticise what I don't understand.
These are just a few questions I have.

An' why did my cousin have to die in that crash?
A good kid, only seventeen, I still wonder 'bout that.
It seems unfair to me,Some get the chance to chase their dreams,An' some don't.
But what do I know?

I wasn't there the day you filled up the oceans.
I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky.
So I don't mean to second guess you,
Or criticise what I don't understand.
These are just a few questions I have.

Why do I feel like you hear these prayers of mine.
When so many oughta be ahead of me in line?
When you look down on me,Can you see the good through all the bad?
These are just a few questions I have.

-A Few Questions, Clay Walker, Arista Records

I hope this song will touch everyone as it had touched me. I hope you all stay safe....

08 August 2004

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If I were a character in The Lord of the Rings, I would be Aragorn, Man of the West, leader of the Rangers who guard the hobbits.

In the movie, I am played by Viggo Mortensen.

Who would you be?
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06 August 2004

A reminder of why we are in Iraq

I know this post may not agree with everyone out there. All I can say is that I feel it necessary to remind everyone why it is, we do what we do, and why I would rather be in Iraq than sitting here doing nothing. All I say is that respect my opinions and do not flood my comments section with negative posts. Thank You.

We are rapidly approaching the 3 year anniversary of the day that changed everyones life, for better or for worse. To me, it was for the better. It showed America what needed to be done and gave us the motivation to do so. A lot of people died that day, and they will be forever honored in the songs and speech of angels for eternity. Our security was lax. The higher ups didn't see the threat as concerning enough to do anything about. Some say it was Bushs fault that we were hit, but remember that he had barely been in office for a year. He had to play with the cards he was dealt, and he made a two pair into a royal flush. We attacked Afghanistan swiftly and decisively, freeing its people from tyranny and opression.

The next part was not going to be as easy. When George W. Bush said, "We will punish the terrorists responsible, and also those who harbor them," he made a promise to every country on the face of the planet that we would try our damndest to wipe out the scurge of the earth once and for all. He said it was going to be difficult, long, and a different kind of war than we had ever fought. But we couldn't just storm into Iraq, guns ablazing. We had to find a reason to do it logically and decisively. Enter Colin Powell and his intelligence about the WMDs. I cant remember how old the intelligence was at the time, and I doubt it was fabricated. All i know is that we gave them plenty enough time to destroy all evidence of their production. Some say it was started over oil, maybe. Some say it was to finish what George Bush, Sr. started way back in the gulf war, highly doubtful. I say, we knew we had to remove Sadaam from power and restore democracy to Iraq. The first parts now over, all we have to do is to subdue the insurgents and get the government back on its feet. Think briefly about how the world would react to us pulling out of Iraq because of insugents. The insurgents would win, and all the countries harboring terrorists would think that they could just bully us around.

Another thing is that you always hear about all the boys dying over there. Again negative feedback from liberal journalists. You never hear about the oustanding medical care that the Navy Corpsman and Army medics provide to the Iraqi civilians. You dont hear about the Army Corps of Engineers and Navy Seabees helping rebuild the damaged buildings in Iraq. To those who say that so many people have died over there and we should come home, I haev something to say to you. After D-Day, nobody protested that our boys come home. We liberated a continent from an opressive ruler, with the whole-hearted support of a grateful nation. So many more boys and men died on the beaches of Normandy than have died in the Gulf War and OIF combined. War isn't sugar coated and easy to swallow. The very thought of it kills me inside, but we all signed on the dotted line. It's our cross to bear. Ask the Marine on the wall over there if he wants to go home and leave a job half-assed finished, I'm sure he would tell you to "Fuck Off and die." I would. War is hell, and people die, but think of how many more men, woman and children would die because we didn't do something about it.

My next topic is on the President. Michael Moore, this ones for you. George W. Bush is your good ole hometown american man. Who gives a shit how he talks, or what he says. I don't, in fact I think that he relates to more people with the way he talks. He just says whats on his mind and doesn't lose any sleep over it. And his grammar...half the people in this country have bad grammar, so why dont you make fun of them too? His support and buildup of the military has been 100%. We have received 3 payraises in the last 3 years hes been in office. The ones that Bill "Slick Willy" Clinton said he would give us after he reduced the size of our Carrier fleet. Go suck a golf ball through a garden hose, ass hole. I bet G. Dubya gets some every night from Laura too, so no need for him to go to his intern. Get a clue Hillary! I haven't seen Farenheit 9/11 and nor do I want to. Half the things that happened on that day was from the previous president in office, not bush. And the Economy? Studies have shown that it takes 5-7 years for mistakes made in the economy to show up on Wall Street. So guess whos to blame on that one? That's right! Bill.... I support Bush 100%! Hes got my vote, Keep kicking ass Dubya!

So I hope you liked my little rant this evening....I'm tired and I gotta get up for paintball in the morning.

And thats all I got to say about that...

05 August 2004

Breathe that breath...then sigh with relief


There. Thats better.

Here I am feasting on my vending machine burritos at work

I had a meeting with my SLPO this morning. He was really cool about things. He didn't sugar coat the fact that I fucked up, which I know for sure that I did. Come to find out that my commander wanted to push it all the way up, but my SLPO defended me to the fact that it was my first offense, i've been an outstanding corpsman thus far with no complaints to speak of. We started talking about things like burnout and stuff that "might" be going wrong. He was really cool about letting me speak my mind and open up, instead of being oppresive and overbearing. I went home a new person, refreshed and alive. No more stress. Gonna take my lumps and be done with it. Couseling chit and EMI. I'm lucky.

Well take care, back to work.
Peace out, my homies

03 August 2004

Accelerate your life.....thats what the commercial says

The last couple of days, work has been hell. Thank god for a day off.

Some shits going on at work that I really can't talk about, but I might get screwed really bad-like. I make a mistake, granted it wasn't exactly a small one, but still. I've never had a complaint against me, counseling(verbal or otherwise), or bad marks of any kind. Then comes the threat that they might throw the book at me. For you civilians, that means Captains Mast, or XOI. That's really got me shaking in my boon-dockers really bad. Thats career demening territory. Why do they not see that I've been an upstanding, outstanding hard-worker for them thus far and they should give me a break. My Senior LPO(leading petty officer....kinda like a manager) asked me what my punishment should be. Thats torture enough, but I think I know what to say.

Anyways, I went on a ride-along with my buddys Volly Fire Department last night. I got to meet his crew, nice group of guys. Though we only got one call I had a blast. And it wasn't even a fire. Somebody had smelled some kind of noxious odor and called the FD. I was wanting to see a fire, but it was cool just hanging out at the firehouse. We were watching Stargate SG-1 when the call came in. Now a little explanation of the different bells. They have a bell for the Ambulance, One Truck, Two Trucks and Empty Station. Well, we were sitting there watching the TV like I said before, and the Empty station, minus Ambo(because the EMTs ride in the trucks) bell goes off. Everybody jumps up and books it to their gear, which is usually staged on the floor for easy access. My ride-along for the night was with the chief, who seems like a good-natured guy but doesn't talk much to the new guys, so I'm to his truck before he is, which is a good thing. Lights and sirens baby, COOL AS SHIT!!! I had a good time nonetheless. I'm even thinking about dropping an app to join a Volly squad either here, in Hawaii, or when I get home.

Well thats about it for now. I hope all of yous people are safe and in good spirits.