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Confessions of a Combat Desk Jockey

A government experiment. The Top Secret type.

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  • Poor Proper Planning…

    Prevents Piss Poor Performance. Supposedly… Those are the “six” ‘P’s of something or other… Yeah, that’s right. Six. Don’t correct me or anything, cuz I’ll haze you.

    So, this morning, I was supposed to be at the gym here for a working party to help set up our mandatory fun day at 0500. I arrived at 0450. The fuckers we were waiting for didn’t show up until 0506.

    Leadership is key.

    Then they tell us that the equipment we’re there to check out cannot be checked out until 0730. Wow, really? No one thought to check on that ahead of time? Nice. Well played, gentlemen. Now, we’re on our breakfast chow break. Except most of us ate something prior to going because we weren’t, originally, going to get chow. Also, we were informed that we can change into civvies if we so choose.

    Sergeant Major be damned.

    When we get back to our party, we have to rush around and set everything up super fast because the first event starts at 0800.

    Sermper.

    Posted on December 29, 2010 with 1 note

    1. artemisjones posted this
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