Friday, June 01, 2007

Long Day ....

New Navy Phrase of the Day (which Jeremy will continue to use when he gets home): "Bag of Ass" = SUB-par performance on either activity (march-out looked like a bag of ass!) or general appearence (You look like a bag of ass, did you iron that shirt with a rock?), see also "Hot [pile of] Garbage".

Friday's are usually good days. We get out an hour early from ATT (school), no mandatory PT, no Academics or Sports or Heritage. This of course assumses that people don't send their brains on liberty before the day is through. The rearmost quarter of our ~100 person return march to the ship (dorm / barracks) decided that since it was friday they didn't have to put any effort into marching. Which really sucked when GM1 drove past in his car and observed the slovenly section, his reaction featured today's Navy Phrase of the Day early often and loudly. As a result we took a marching tour of the base for an hour under the supervision of FC2 (who is the resident perfectionist). It was a nice day weather wise, as a Californian I can phrase it as excellent beach weather ... which makes for a damn hot day marching in wool socks, wool pants, a cotton long sleeve shirt, and a ball-cap. To cap the night off, it's a Duty day for our section. As a newly appointed Workcenter Supervisor I'm responsible for organizing the 'sweepers' (top to bottom cleaning) of one deck (complete with cleaning supply locker, small lounge, and laundry room); all in all not to bad, just some grumbling about how the last guy was much more lax.

On a lighter note the newer "PC" Navy policies are bearing fruit. Talked with a friend over dinner, she's on 'hold' waiting to leave for her next school. A group of hold's from her ship went out to help a local Junior High class with a Civil War Day event. The Navy folks were duly cautioned about presenting a good appearence / example, etc. As it turns out the average 13 year old now curses WORSE than a Sailor. I may be able to help defend our fame as drinkers this weekend if I get down to Chicago, luckily I don't think many 13 year olds will be allowed to compete.

Well my boots need polishing (stupid mud).

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