Fleet Marine Life #116 – Yet Another Day
There’s nothing quite like wasting a lot of hours doing nothing during working hours and then being called back to work only to do shit you could have done earlier that day or the next day.
In the USMC, you’re always on the clock. You get paid for breathing.No one gives a shit about you and your social life. Officers and SNCOs will keep you beyond normal hours because they fucked up the scheduling or just because they felt like it. Maybe they don’t want to go back to their abusive wives? Who knows.
On one normal Friday evening, my platoon was released from work and we all went home. An hour later, my entire platoon was called back to work so that we could all fill out a stupid fucking post-deployment health assessment form. Was it so fucking important that the entire platoon just HAD to be recalled back to work? Was someone going to die during the time period of 1630 of that day to 0800 the next day? Couldn’t have put that off for a few more hours?! I just don’t understand this shit!
Once you’ve been released from work, you better start guzzling that sweet nectar out of that bottle of whisky. If you’re drunk, you can’t be recalled back to do some stupid shit. Best escape plan ever.
Every fucking Friday since 1775.
I’m glad my current unit doesn’t issue us rifles. I hated how it was the same damned thing every damned Friday: after going the ENTIRE WEEK not doing anything but standing by for nothing, they would tell us at 1400 “Hey everybody needs to go clean their rifles, and all of the machine guns before you can have your weekend.”
This comic goes perfectly with my theory that officers and SNCO’s do not understand the concept of time, because if they did, they wouldn’t ask you to do 5 days worth of work in 4 hours and threaten your libo if it wasn’t done. This isnteresting lack of time awareness is where the Marine way of doing things gets done, such as when your friend flattened all those tents with a tram instead of taking them apart.
I always felt bad for the armorers. The Lt’s frequently punish the fuckups by making them clean their rifles for 8 hours on Sat and part of Sunday, but the Lt’s don’t seem to care they are also screwing over the armorer who did nothing wrong. I learned REALLY quick to never, ever answer the phone if it had a California number or any number I did not recognize. At some point I just turned my phone off when I went home both during the week and the entire weekend and I used my wife’s phone for all calls after work hours.
Haha, adapt and overcome.
better yet is on a Tuesday you are told you have to come in on Saturday at 0800 in green on green with boots so you can field day the shop. even tho you field day every Thursday and if they wanted it clean on Monday why not just field day Friday before you leave?
What the fuck……..?
Dude, that’s FUBAR to the extreme.