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??
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.