Saturday, October 30, 2010
An extended civilian shore tour
Things didn't work out for me. I played my hand the only way I could reasonably play it. I'll tell you one thing right now: becoming the captain of the DOR squad wasn't one of my childhood dreams. That's just me being honest.
No one likes quitters or sunshine patriots, especially a certain chap by the name of Thomas Paine. That guy cannot possibly be one of my advocates. If he was still alive, he probably wouldn't even shake my hand but I digress.
Shit happened and the extended civilian shore tour has commenced. It feels weird to have started a real job for the first time; we can safely say that the endless parade of 9 to 5s has begun. Gone are the housing allowances, the subsistence pay, the showing up for muster and bouncing in 5 minutes, and all of the loose, southern women just chasing khaki and gold bars.
In are the taxes, the lack of benefits, the dingy 2nd floor office, and surprisingly, the productivity. I will readily admit that the Navy was bad for a guy like me who drinks too many beers on Friday after work. The whole business of simply showing up and doing the minimum but still getting paid what the hard-chargers were earning was bad for my head. I will concede the fact that I'm fat kid who wears a B&R piece. In short, I want more cake and I'm willing to sweat & bleed for some extra cake.
I know what some of you are saying. Who is this schmuck? He doesn't know what it means to pay the price. This kid is fucking out. And maybe you're right.
No one likes quitters or sunshine patriots, especially a certain chap by the name of Thomas Paine. That guy cannot possibly be one of my advocates. If he was still alive, he probably wouldn't even shake my hand but I digress.
Shit happened and the extended civilian shore tour has commenced. It feels weird to have started a real job for the first time; we can safely say that the endless parade of 9 to 5s has begun. Gone are the housing allowances, the subsistence pay, the showing up for muster and bouncing in 5 minutes, and all of the loose, southern women just chasing khaki and gold bars.
In are the taxes, the lack of benefits, the dingy 2nd floor office, and surprisingly, the productivity. I will readily admit that the Navy was bad for a guy like me who drinks too many beers on Friday after work. The whole business of simply showing up and doing the minimum but still getting paid what the hard-chargers were earning was bad for my head. I will concede the fact that I'm fat kid who wears a B&R piece. In short, I want more cake and I'm willing to sweat & bleed for some extra cake.
I know what some of you are saying. Who is this schmuck? He doesn't know what it means to pay the price. This kid is fucking out. And maybe you're right.
Friday, October 29, 2010
The maritime patrol Navy not as advertised
I should have gone jets: 1 hr missions, 1 hr preflights. What good is a nice location if you never get to enjoy the scenery due to 12+ hour missions everyday. I may as well be deployed in the desert as we speak, because as of right now, nothing would even be different for me. Actually, I would have a shorter drive to work. I need to move to a new house this weekend but I'm also flying tonight until 8am tomorrow. I have an oral review board next week, but I haven't gotten a chance to study because after having 2+ months straight of sims and classes everyday, I am now flying everyday. Oh yeah, and I'm flying for 8+ hours Monday. Fuck this shit, this is why I'm getting out immediately. I could have been a goddamn investment banker pulling these hours and making triple what I make now.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
RESPECT
find out what it means to me:
What a delusional, self-important, bureaucratic sycophant. She'll get nothing and like it
What a delusional, self-important, bureaucratic sycophant. She'll get nothing and like it
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
A Farewell to Hickey
I was personally pretty sad to see that Hickey was being 86'd from the clothing scheme. Approximately 85% of my clothes were from Hickey. Classic styling with a slight edge. Now I am left with choosing a second best manufacturer to solve my sartorial needs. I saw this article earlier tonight and I was glad to know that others appreciated Hickey as much as I did.
http://sartoriallyinclined.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-brand-that-virtually-no-longer.html
http://sartoriallyinclined.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-brand-that-virtually-no-longer.html
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Wanted
A fresh pair of whiskey leather Aldens. Also, a light jacket. Thinking Baracuta G9. Any ideas floating around out there?
Bean Boots
So hot right now. I couldn't wear them based on alliteration alone. Sport them if you're a presumptuous son of a gun:
http://www.valetmag.com/the-edit/intel/102010.php?index1_top_lead
http://www.valetmag.com/the-edit/intel/102010.php?index1_top_lead
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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