DMV = "Devil's Mortal Volunteers"
I just spent 2 hours waiting to register my vehicle in Virginia. Then 2 minutes actually doing it. But the salvation in that whole wasted block of time was when I ran across the street and got me a Big Mac. The fortunate woman behind the counter had no idea how close she came to meeting Bitchy Beka.
I promised some stories from the last underway, so I'll give you a few. First, I learned that boot camp style instruction is way up my alley. You probably realized this long ago. Now I do too. Poor poor people that attend my workout classes. My new favorite technique is to wait until the 2nd to last number in a set and then tell them they're not counting loud enough and start over. Oh the power. That and making them do lunges and squats until cries of pain can be heard through the hangar bay - that is some good stuff.
I spent many hours bonding with my bridge team. (and by bonding I mean standing around doing little to nothing) Quite a few of those hours I listened to my enlisted crew arguing over who grew up in the biggest ghetto (the decision ended up being that ghetto is ghetto no matter what city it's in) then a few minutes later these thuggish guys did a 180 and started talking about the adorable things their kids do. Just another fun watch.
Things with my boss went ok up until the last week, at which point they went quickly and painfully south and we were forced to endure 2 very crappy days before we pulled back in. Our inspection did not go well (surprise surprise) and the second portion of it begins April 4th. I'm dreading it, but at least I have the knowledge that it will be over on the 14th, and sometime shortly thereafter I will be spending 3 blissful days in some sunny Carribbean port. :)
I promised some stories from the last underway, so I'll give you a few. First, I learned that boot camp style instruction is way up my alley. You probably realized this long ago. Now I do too. Poor poor people that attend my workout classes. My new favorite technique is to wait until the 2nd to last number in a set and then tell them they're not counting loud enough and start over. Oh the power. That and making them do lunges and squats until cries of pain can be heard through the hangar bay - that is some good stuff.
I spent many hours bonding with my bridge team. (and by bonding I mean standing around doing little to nothing) Quite a few of those hours I listened to my enlisted crew arguing over who grew up in the biggest ghetto (the decision ended up being that ghetto is ghetto no matter what city it's in) then a few minutes later these thuggish guys did a 180 and started talking about the adorable things their kids do. Just another fun watch.
Things with my boss went ok up until the last week, at which point they went quickly and painfully south and we were forced to endure 2 very crappy days before we pulled back in. Our inspection did not go well (surprise surprise) and the second portion of it begins April 4th. I'm dreading it, but at least I have the knowledge that it will be over on the 14th, and sometime shortly thereafter I will be spending 3 blissful days in some sunny Carribbean port. :)
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