you know what that means, Or if you don't; and are as old as I am, It stands for
I Can't Remember Sh*T
So that is the basis of this blog entry. I wanted to post a comment on a fellow blogger's site. But Because of CRS, I was unable to accomplish the task given that I fail to remember the blogger password, (Swirling round my nugget with all the other passwords and other debris that the Navy, NMCI, NKO, and Internet require to have at any given moment.)
I am still in the labor pains of getting OUT of the Navy.
Yesterday, in the TAP (Transition Assistance (Heavy Sarcasm on the Assistance part)Program) Class that I am currently attending. I happened upon a good sea Story, at most places that sea stories are born, the smoke pit/butt kit/ you fill in the blank.
A Master Chief Petty Officer of my rate and a good Friend; is speed dialing PDS, BUPERS and other agencies to get his Sh*t together to make it out of the gate in a few weeks.
He then looks at me, Puffs a smoke and states:
" If I am a Master Chief, A COB, and have been in this long and know all this, YET, I don't have everything I need to get out."
What the F**k does Seaman Snotgobbler who only has a few years in do??
My Reply
Exactly.
The System is broke.
They do everything that they can to retain a mirror fogging individual to keep the numbers and manning up and alive.
But when it is your turn to get out after HONORABLE service. No matter the length of time. You have a headache just short of a Critique.
Comments and Observations welcome.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
All a matter of taste
With the world of advertising saturated with slick, cool and "Too Sexy for my shirt" commercials on television. I have a weird quirk to find the lo- brow and local advertising that is something from the 20-30yrs ago. The in-your-face midnight Commercial slots that seemed to always run on the local stations where ever we lived.
In this day and age, with everything a franchise, or national business. It is hard to find something other than car-lots or RV lots that do local advertising.(BORING)
I have found a You Tube video of a guy here in the North West that is both hilarious and annoying. More than twice in a late night and you change channels. But since it is a local commercial I thought I would post it.
Slick and cool it is not. But that is the appeal.
In this day and age, with everything a franchise, or national business. It is hard to find something other than car-lots or RV lots that do local advertising.(BORING)
I have found a You Tube video of a guy here in the North West that is both hilarious and annoying. More than twice in a late night and you change channels. But since it is a local commercial I thought I would post it.
Slick and cool it is not. But that is the appeal.
Monday, March 03, 2008
The MR. Formal Work Package (FWP)
Today, I made the decision to skin out of an afternoon of General Misuse of Time(GMT) and yet another lecture by the boat DOC on proper avoidance of crotch critters and other nastiness to make a Recon Mission to the local Personnel Support Detachment (PSD). Or; as is known by most Submariner’s, “The Nexus of the ANTI-Submarine force”. (Welcome to PSD, We will mess up your pay and leave balance long before you realize it happened to you.)
After my modest time in the Navy, I have found out that there are really 3 Navies, The Operational Navy (Those of us at the pointy end of the stick who work like rabid monkey’s day- in and day- out to deploy and get it done.) The Command Navy, those who make the Directives and grading Criteria; enforce the Directives and grading Criteria;and in accordance with said Article, Instruction, or Directive generally grade and “TRAIN” the Operational Navy in accordance with said Article, Instruction, or Directive .
Then you have the “Support” Navy. A group that is so mysterious and cryptic to a typical bubble- head that what an “Augment” does would be public news in BOLD Headlines on the front page of the New York Times by comparison.
So, I approached the counter, put my name and day/time in the appropriate sign up sheet and went out in the P-way to wait. Finally, after a couple of "Khaki" wearing personnel walk in after and are waited on, a P-“something” 2 ( a rate I haven't dealt with since Boot Camp) calls out my name. I go to the counter and explain my situation, ( In receipt of Final Fleet reserve message, Got an approved Leave chit, TDY approval chit, so on and so forth) and I want to know what I need to get the ball rolling to get ready and Get Gone.
I did this because the Executive Dept on a boat consists of usually a YN1 and a couple of underlings who are running around like the rest of us trying to smash the 10lbs of Crap in a 5lb bag sized day. So, I figured I would help them out by trying to find out what I needed to show up with to get the Retired ID and fade into the Sunset.
After the prerequisite reciting of my SSN, Rate and Last name (On my name tag no less), the guy pulled up a screen (DOS-FTP mind you) that is apparently the “Legal” me to the Navy. Scrolled through a series of screens, Looked over the items I had in hand, and questioned me on a few nuances of when I wanted to get gone.
He mumbled about entitlements, leave time ect... and then handed me a check list full of DD this and DD that, I still need to provide in triplicate and signed by everyone from my chief to the CO.
Well, I guess it was worth it to go and wait. Again, What a HEADACHE!!!. We are talking about an organization that can put warheads on foreheads half a world away, or tell you if there is so much as a gram of salt in the secondary water, yet is incapable of have a simple check list of “This is what you need to hit the gate”.
I now have my challenge to find the forms, get them routed and signed to generate the Work Package and HOPE like heck that it is all in order so I can get on with it. I would hate to have to backtrack on the last few days because I really want to be ready to get some job interviews done and be available for employment when I leave.
Plus, I really really hope that this little visit to PSD didn't screw up my pay and leave like all the other times I have been there. Seems like every time that they pull up that DOS screen, I lose money and time. Then, I have to go back and beg and plead with a 2nd or 3rd class for something that I had full rights and privileges to in the first place.
It always ends up like a scene from the movie "BeetleJuice" when they go looking for help in the afterlife.
After my modest time in the Navy, I have found out that there are really 3 Navies, The Operational Navy (Those of us at the pointy end of the stick who work like rabid monkey’s day- in and day- out to deploy and get it done.) The Command Navy, those who make the Directives and grading Criteria; enforce the Directives and grading Criteria;and in accordance with said Article, Instruction, or Directive generally grade and “TRAIN” the Operational Navy in accordance with said Article, Instruction, or Directive .
Then you have the “Support” Navy. A group that is so mysterious and cryptic to a typical bubble- head that what an “Augment” does would be public news in BOLD Headlines on the front page of the New York Times by comparison.
So, I approached the counter, put my name and day/time in the appropriate sign up sheet and went out in the P-way to wait. Finally, after a couple of "Khaki" wearing personnel walk in after and are waited on, a P-“something” 2 ( a rate I haven't dealt with since Boot Camp) calls out my name. I go to the counter and explain my situation, ( In receipt of Final Fleet reserve message, Got an approved Leave chit, TDY approval chit, so on and so forth) and I want to know what I need to get the ball rolling to get ready and Get Gone.
I did this because the Executive Dept on a boat consists of usually a YN1 and a couple of underlings who are running around like the rest of us trying to smash the 10lbs of Crap in a 5lb bag sized day. So, I figured I would help them out by trying to find out what I needed to show up with to get the Retired ID and fade into the Sunset.
After the prerequisite reciting of my SSN, Rate and Last name (On my name tag no less), the guy pulled up a screen (DOS-FTP mind you) that is apparently the “Legal” me to the Navy. Scrolled through a series of screens, Looked over the items I had in hand, and questioned me on a few nuances of when I wanted to get gone.
He mumbled about entitlements, leave time ect... and then handed me a check list full of DD this and DD that, I still need to provide in triplicate and signed by everyone from my chief to the CO.
Well, I guess it was worth it to go and wait. Again, What a HEADACHE!!!. We are talking about an organization that can put warheads on foreheads half a world away, or tell you if there is so much as a gram of salt in the secondary water, yet is incapable of have a simple check list of “This is what you need to hit the gate”.
I now have my challenge to find the forms, get them routed and signed to generate the Work Package and HOPE like heck that it is all in order so I can get on with it. I would hate to have to backtrack on the last few days because I really want to be ready to get some job interviews done and be available for employment when I leave.
Plus, I really really hope that this little visit to PSD didn't screw up my pay and leave like all the other times I have been there. Seems like every time that they pull up that DOS screen, I lose money and time. Then, I have to go back and beg and plead with a 2nd or 3rd class for something that I had full rights and privileges to in the first place.
It always ends up like a scene from the movie "BeetleJuice" when they go looking for help in the afterlife.
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