Phacking air force pansies.
One more thing that p!sses me off...
So here I am, at work and on my lunch. I have food on my desk and my office door is slightly cracked. Just as I'm stuffing a big bite in my face, a person who also works for the state (and will remain unnamed) barges into my office. This guy doesn't work here at the central office but rather works at one of the regional offices. He's here because the EPA is auditing our data (standard procedure, meaning just a check). He's not an engineer, not a specialist but a water system consultant (works for the state but only has industry experience). The tier of authority and responsibility from bottom to top goes: consultant, environmental specialist, environmental engineer I, II, etc. I'm an engineer I.
OK, so after he barges in I look up at him chewing a chunk of taco. He looks at my nameplate posted next to my door, twice. I don't speak because I have manners while eating (chew with my mouth closed and don't talk with a mouth of food). In his words, "Hey, ummmm, I'm getting a fax here. Can you get it for me? I'll get it from you after my lunch." The "can you get it for me" was really in the tone of a statement, not a sincere question.
WTF? I'm on MY phucking lunch dude. BTW, I have a name and you just read it... twice. After I swallow the food, "Well, the fax machine is down the hall... ... ... (intentional pause). If I end up going that way when I'm done with my lunch, and it's there, I'll pick it up for you." I don't do someone else's legwork unless they're appointed above me.
I'm still irked and I'm not going to walk by the fax machine for a few hours just because...
Jesus, when I was in the USAF, that happened once. An A1C (E-3) told me to do something for him that he was easily capable of. I was a 1st Lt at the time (and I actually had more time in service than him). I had to do enough legwork for the officers appointed above me so I just looked at him, brushed my shoulder (where my rank was) and walked away. The nerve of some people.
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OK, so after he barges in I look up at him chewing a chunk of taco. He looks at my nameplate posted next to my door, twice. I don't speak because I have manners while eating (chew with my mouth closed and don't talk with a mouth of food). In his words, "Hey, ummmm, I'm getting a fax here. Can you get it for me? I'll get it from you after my lunch." The "can you get it for me" was really in the tone of a statement, not a sincere question.
WTF? I'm on MY phucking lunch dude. BTW, I have a name and you just read it... twice. After I swallow the food, "Well, the fax machine is down the hall... ... ... (intentional pause). If I end up going that way when I'm done with my lunch, and it's there, I'll pick it up for you." I don't do someone else's legwork unless they're appointed above me.
I'm still irked and I'm not going to walk by the fax machine for a few hours just because...
Jesus, when I was in the USAF, that happened once. An A1C (E-3) told me to do something for him that he was easily capable of. I was a 1st Lt at the time (and I actually had more time in service than him). I had to do enough legwork for the officers appointed above me so I just looked at him, brushed my shoulder (where my rank was) and walked away. The nerve of some people.
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uh yeah Joe we're going to need you to work this weekend!
Do you have that TPS report done yet?
You know the difference between an E-3 and an O-2?
The E-3 has been promoted twice.
The E-3 has been promoted twice.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... but I had to work my ass off for 5 years to get the commission. He had to make it though a silly 7-week boot camp and another silly several-week long tech school. :nana:You know the difference between an E-3 and an O-2?
The E-3 has been promoted twice.
(for those not versed in sarcasm, this is useless banter and I would never seriously downplay an enlisted person's service or record... unless they were in the band)
I'm a middle-class pig? (yes, I had to look it up)You bourgeois pig.
So does Taco Bell... which is what I was eating.Big bites induce diarrhea.
WOW it took you 5 years to go through OTS!!!! HAHAHA or you did it the easy ROTC way... man it was fun being a SSGT and getting to take the ROTC guys out to play frisbee games...:nana: But on the other hand... thanks...and ya that fax would never come in...Yeah, yeah, yeah... but I had to work my ass off for 5 years to get the commission. He had to make it though a silly 7-week boot camp and another silly several-week long tech school. :nana:
(for those not versed in sarcasm, this is useless banter and I would never seriously downplay an enlisted person's service or record... unless they were in the band)
I just saw Big Bite and blah blah blah - Immediately I thought of gastrointestinal issues
The ROTC part was easy, the Mechanical Engineering part was not. We did indoor soccer and dodgeball. TSgt Powell and SSgt Campbell were the coolest phuckers there but they always got hurt during the soccer games. Enough at least to have the Lt. Col. put an end to it.WOW it took you 5 years to go through OTS!!!! HAHAHA or you did it the easy ROTC way... man it was fun being a SSGT and getting to take the ROTC guys out to play frisbee games...:nana: But on the other hand... thanks...and ya that fax would never come in...
It's not fun if you're not getting hurt. So far we have seriously injured 4 Airman and a Lt. Col playing football. The Col got a platinum cheek out of the deal.The ROTC part was easy, the Mechanical Engineering part was not. We did indoor soccer and dodgeball. TSgt Powell and SSgt Campbell were the coolest phuckers there but they always got hurt during the soccer games. Enough at least to have the Lt. Col. put an end to it.
On a side note, I've been promoted 2 more times than you. Just sayin'.
I preferred playing "Warball" for pt...
Forty Marines, two teams. Flack jackets, boots, utilities. One trash can at each end of a soccer field.
Four soccer balls. All forty Marines on the field at one time.
To score you had to get the ball into the opposing team's trash can.
To prevent scoring you did whatever it took.
Imagine rugby with fewer rules.
Forty Marines, two teams. Flack jackets, boots, utilities. One trash can at each end of a soccer field.
Four soccer balls. All forty Marines on the field at one time.
To score you had to get the ball into the opposing team's trash can.
To prevent scoring you did whatever it took.
Imagine rugby with fewer rules.
Ya playing with the ROTC dudes was a blast... man I miss it!!!
I gave a full bird a black eye during basket ball a couple years ago.It's not fun if you're not getting hurt. So far we have seriously injured 4 Airman and a Lt. Col playing football. The Col got a platinum cheek out of the deal.
On a side note, I've been promoted 2 more times than you. Just sayin'.
You're a SSgt now?
Anyway, SSgt is the first real promotion for the USAF enlisted... arguably. Take some classes to earn your level 5, spend 3 yrs TIS or 6 mo TIG and have seniority in the percentage the AF decided to promote. Below the zone however, is a real promotion.
The only thing I had to do to get Capt was tell the reserves I was coming back for another year and have 4 yrs TIS.
That was kinda like our indoor soccer. My friend Jeremy and I were the biggest dudes there. We'd stand on the ball and let the smaller guys (like yourself ;D) trip.I preferred playing "Warball" for pt...
Forty Marines, two teams. Flack jackets, boots, utilities. One trash can at each end of a soccer field.
Four soccer balls. All forty Marines on the field at one time.
To score you had to get the ball into the opposing team's trash can.
To prevent scoring you did whatever it took.
Imagine rugby with fewer rules.
That was kinda like our indoor soccer. My friend Jeremy and I were the biggest dudes there. We'd stand on the ball and let the smaller guys (like you ;D) trip.
You'd think that having a college degree and being and officer and a gentleman and all, you'd know that yourself is reflexive.
Dork.
Sure am, made it first time testing and was SrA BTZ. Capt in the reserves is kind of like a real rank...I keed I keed. I don't hesitate to tell an officer to screw off, but I don't tell them to do my bidding either. That's a level of disrespect that shouldn't be reached, you should've straightened that A1C out.I gave a full bird a black eye during basket ball a couple years ago.
You're a SSgt now?
Anyway, SSgt is the first real promotion for the USAF enlisted... arguably. Take some classes to earn your level 5, spend 3 yrs TIS or 6 mo TIG and have seniority in the percentage the AF decided to promote. Below the zone however, is a real promotion.
The only thing I had to do to get Capt was tell the reserves I was coming back for another year and have 4 yrs TIS.
<---- Engineer = horrible english language skills... and you're just p!ssed because you would've been one of the little guys hurt :nana:You'd think that having a college degree and being and officer and a gentleman and all, you'd know that yourself is reflexive.
Dork.
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