Confessions of a Combat Desk Jockey

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Confessions of a Combat Desk Jockey

A government experiment. The Top Secret type.

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  • Justice

    It’s what’s for dinner.

    So, tonight, someone stole my clothes out of the dryer they were in. I assume it’s the guy who’s clothes were dry that I removed and placed on the top of said dryer. Why he would do this, I don’t know. I went around every door, on every floor, asking if they, or someone they know, had been using the laundry facilities on my floor. Everyone said no.

    I put out a little notification to the Duty NCOs that if I did not get my clothes back by tomorrow that I would run it up the chain of command. I put a sign on the laundry room door to the same effect.

    Miraculously, less than a half hour after posting the sign, my clothes were back inside a washing machine. One that was being used in between the time I noticed my shit was gone and when I recovered it.

    Moral of the story? Don’t threaten people with physical violence. Do it with paperwork and punishment involving face time with the higher ups.

    Semper Fidelis.

    Posted on December 26, 2010 with 1 note

    1. artemisjones posted this
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