Titles Mean Everything

I cannot even begin to describe my last two days. Yesterday morning the chief of our divisions walked in and I totally screwed up and called him Petty Officer. WAY BAD! He throws me out of the office. Not even 30 minutes later go by and he calls me into his office to teach me something, and the first thing out of his mouth is 'Son, I am going to f*ck your shit up.' Lets just say, I was let go from Yeoman, stripped of rank, and forced from my bunk to the very back because he didn't want to see my face.. it has to get better.

Not so young anymore..

Not as young as I used to be.. 68 sit-ups, 54 push-ups and ran a mile and a half in 12:10, but I realized as I was passing many that there were about ten guys who lapped me, twice!

Careful What You Wish For

4 days gone. I guess the one idea I had about this being easier than Army has changed. Physically the first 48 hours they were the same. From leaving MEPS to my first chance to sleep was about 42 hours. Unfortunately for me, I stood out being competent and was chosen to help check in the next 3 buses that arrived. So, while my division slept I had the pleasure of seeing partially into why RDC's hate us so much. How someone could mess up counting 4 pairs of shorts is beyond me. How someone could mess up counting 4 pairs of shorts three times is ludicrous!

Otherwise, bootcamp is exactly what I wanted. This is all mental. If you pay attention to detail they will leave you alone. If not, they are all over your ass.

I made Yeoman.

Out of time.


Peace to all.