fuck this job.com

Yep... I've got a few more days then I'm gone. I'm gonna tell these fuckers where to go, how long to go there for, and how to get there... preferably in single syllable words, as they are too fucking stupid to understand anything else.

My co-worker who I'm partnered with goes "But Rak... you don't want to burn any bridges! You should be more subtle than that."

O-RLY?

OK... so I was down n out for a while... Two days ago they came to me and tell me "Hey Rak the boss sez you gotta go re-qual on the M-4." OK... standard shit, but still, annoying as I'm trying to get caught up on a lot of other shit, and dealing with my family at home, the usual shit...yadda yadda... Either way it means I have to spend like 4 hours in 130 degree heat punching holes in a target to prove that I can still do it. What The Fuck Evva as I like to say. This time tho, seeings that I'm not really feeling the love, I went out with a plan to fuck with the bosses.

Back after a long absence... Been a while. Last time I was here I was recovering from surgery from wounds in the Middle East... my company (up til then) had been the usual... you know, selfish, self centered, greedy and uncaring... when I got wounded tho, they -seemed- to give a shit and got me home to be treated by pros. THAT was cool. the UNCOOL part which reinforces my reason for being on a blog like this is that while on "short term disability" they should have called it a "short time assfucking."

the USAF has the smartest people. that's why they're so fucking good at stealing my money and leaving me to starve on the street while smashing angry fists into my sack begging for death.

i get my earnings statement, we get these monthly, and it says, "debt of $1057". my curiousity is instantly peaked and i grab my stabbing knife. this is their explanation:

"we gave you money, then we took it all back, and gave you the right amount of money, but then we entered something wrong so we took it back. then, we forgot to finish what we were doing and this debt started building up....and that's why you have this $38trillion natl debt."

the USAF has the smartest people. that's why they're so fucking good at stealing my money and leaving me to starve on the street while smashing angry fists into my sack begging for death.

i get my earnings statement, we get these monthly, and it says, "debt of $1057". my curiousity is instantly peaked and i grab my stabbing knife. this is their explanation:

"we gave you money, then we took it all back, and gave you the right amount of money, but then we entered something wrong so we took it back. then, we forgot to finish what we were doing and this debt started building up....and that's why you have this $38trillion natl debt."

the USAF has the smartest people. that's why they're so fucking good at stealing my money and leaving me to starve on the street while smashing angry fists into my sack begging for death.

i get my earnings statement, we get these monthly, and it says, "debt of $1057". my curiousity is instantly peaked and i grab my stabbing knife. this is their explanation:

"we gave you money, then we took it all back, and gave you the right amount of money, but then we entered something wrong so we took it back. then, we forgot to finish what we were doing and this debt started building up....and that's why you have this $38trillion natl debt."

the USAF has the smartest people. that's why they're so fucking good at stealing my money and leaving me to starve on the street while smashing angry fists into my sack begging for death.

i get my earnings statement, we get these monthly, and it says, "debt of $1057". my curiousity is instantly peaked and i grab my stabbing knife. this is their explanation:

"we gave you money, then we took it all back, and gave you the right amount of money, but then we entered something wrong so we took it back. then, we forgot to finish what we were doing and this debt started building up....and that's why you have this $38trillion natl debt."

...working towards my hopeful retirement, a long and arduous process thats earned me no amount of heartache and physical scarring, never mind the mental damage. And what do I have to show for it?
I spent almost two years in Iraq and then a tour of Guantanamo Bay Cuba, essentially reducing my resume to an untouchable "Been There Done That" of Third World Governmental Torture Chambers and "no I can't tell you what I was doing or then I'd have to kill you." experiences that exposed me to some of the most entertaining parts of the world and the realities of what "REAL LIFE" is all about. Fuck these insignificant insecure motherfucking assholes in the the States... fuck these mid level beurocrats and the fecal-sycophants that slavishly worship at their feet...

If you could only have one and not the other, which would you rather have? Good troops? ...or a good commander? Good subordinates or good boss? Why? What do you think?

I don't hate my job; it's not a bad job at all and I don't mind the work load. What makes me hate coming to work are our work conditions-I don't mean the stress of producing sorties or the great amount of effort it takes to accomplish our mission-I just don't think our management, our leadership, our supervision; they don't look after their own people.

I am not afraid to tell you, sir, that the money is not worth what I do, day in and day out, for this country. On the flight line, we come to work (even at home station!) not knowing what time we'll get to go home, every day, yet, everywhere else on base is shut down by 4 o'clock. People are overworked and underappreciated and fed cookie cutter praises, with no incentive to work any harder than they do when one sees another in a desk job career field with the same rank and the exact same pay have a better work environment, have more amenties, more privilege, more opportunities and work less hours. These support shops shutdown at least 3 times a week for P.T., to go to the gym (not adding to the work day, but in spite of), even while being deployed to the desert. Whereas our time revolves around a flight schedule and does not allow time for P.T., yet, we're held to the same physical standards as these other shops. Not every flightline shop is provided with coveralls or proper protective equipment, because of what "they" think of as cost effectiveness, even though just being on the flightline will produce extreme wear and tear on our uniforms and boots, yet we're still held to the same uniform standards as these support shops. We spend more money, out of pocket, than others, more frequently, on uniforms, polish, and maintainence just to be serviceable. Requests for rain gear and proper winter gear are turned away, saying that it should have been the responsibility of ones' last base. But not every base has the same climate conditions so there was not a need for such a clothing issue and first-term airmen who've come straight from tech school were issued nothing of the sort. I've seen troops wear civillian parkas and snow pants and "San Diego Zoo" ponchos, while working on jets, just to keep warm and/or dry. During surges we're instructed that we're not allowed to go to the chowhall and will receive box lunches, yet we have a flight kitchen to alleviate the time it would take to feed troops, driving all the way to the actual chowhall. That alone takes away from our morale. Being able to sit down at a hot meal provides us with a small break from work, to collect ourselves, put our brains on pause, a chance for smokers to smoke and for those who need to use the restroom, to do so in something other than a portapotty. But when we're given box lunches, that tiny little break in our day disappears and we eat while we work in unsanitary conditions (I, myself, have had the pleasure to eat a sandwhich after I had just left jet black fingerprints in it), so our 12 to 20 hour days ARE actually 12 to 20 hour days. Every day, we practice making war, fighting a war, by generating aircraft on a 3 shift, 24-hour opreration with an eight-hour fix rate. So why is it, when we go into excercise, we change our entire system of operation, causing chaos, confusion and disarray, while producing the same amount of output with twice as much of the normal input? I understand that in the AFI it states that if so many sorties are produced we are to go to 12 hour shifts and less will be lost in translation in turnover after a 12 hour shift. But, at the same time, what kind of troops do you have, what kind of production and what kind of effort could you expect to have on the way to that 12 hour shift? In my experience, just like in normal operation, things seem to go better by rotating in fresh, rested troops in an eight or nine-hour turn around. During an excercise, the chowhall and the BX are off limits, but in the desert, where war is relatively taking place, establishments such as these are not off limits. These are just a few of many concerns I have about our "job environment."

Oh, I wish I could just simply be a non-er
And have a normal lunch and have P-T
And if I were a super, stellar non-er
My supervision'd have me home by three

-For the FlightLine Worker Bees

I don't wanna stay in
I'm on Global Hawk Mids
There's a million reason why this program's up and gone to shit
We slave all day on a static display
It's the biggest toy plane there is
I don't wanna stay in, 'cuz if I did
I'd still be stuck on Global Hawk Mids

-For 12th Specs

Before I begin, it's best that I go ahead and clear the air here.

Some of you may remember me. In response to my brother Candall's hilarious posts about his hellish life as a grocer, I posted several attempts at comic posts of my own. They all had something to do with my service in the military, and more specifically my time in Iraq. They were all light hearted, and they were aimed at making people laugh.

This is not one of those posts. It is not light hearted, nor is it intended to be funny. I want to sound out some of my thoughts and feelings, and the annonymity of this forum provides me the board I need.

Ok. Right now, my husband and I are are pissed. First off, whatever you do, DON'T JOIN THE MILITARY. Especially if you are married, and even more so if you are married to someone else who is in the military. My husband and were renting an apartment at $1450 a month on double BAH. For non-military, this stands for basic allowance for housing, i.e. extra pay one gets to live in town and off base. To get to the point, I recently switched stations/commands and without warning, they just stopped paying me BAH. They didn't consult me at all. For all the financial "counseling" the military gives out, they never tell you that the biggest ass-fucker of all when it comes to money is the organization itself. If my husband weren't in the military, they would give him full BAH, and we'd be able to afford living expenses. Right now, as it is, we will only get one single BAH pay. For San Diego, apartments do not come cheap. Also, if I were an E-4 they'd give me the money I need. Basically, what the command is telling me through their administrative actions is that if I were an E-4 or if my husband were a normal civilian that I'd "rate" having a family, and that as a full grown adult, I am not responsible enough to handle the extra pay solely because I am an E-3. Nevermind the fact that my husband and have been in for 3 years now. Despite having passed my exams very well(three times), being put up for sailor of the quarter twice, and getting early promotes on my evaluations. Oh-let's not forget getting CET, fiber optics, and FCC certified. My rating(job category) just doesn't advance well. Really, most people who are Aviation electricians in the Navy/Marine Corps don't "pick up" until after they get their "good cookie." I can't stress enough this job suckkkkkkkkkksssssssss! I just can't wait until I'm free. With certifications in electronics, my husband and I are looking at making about 30-50 dollars an hour if we can just get the heck out. If there is one thing you take from this it is: DON'T ENLIST. We get payed peanuts. I'm talking 600 dollars twice a month. It may seem a good idea at the time, but really contemplate what you are doing. If you know of anyone who wants to enlist or is even thinking about it TALK TO THEM. Do something to change their mind. They might not thank you, but they dodged a bullet.(tee hee, really.) It's kind of ironic, but a lot of people join the military(or stay in for that matter) because of financial cowardice. I joined because I'm the oldest of eight kids. I wanted to go to college, and the military has the montgomery g.i. bill.(money for college) Looking back, I should have had more confidence in myself, and scraped by with a part-time job. I would have been finishing my four-year degree in biology by now, and I wouldn't be surrounded by these dolts.

Why is it that we, as American patriots constantly volunteer our lives to go someplace far away and do a difficult deed for the sake of our Countries best interests...and then get SHAT on?!?
I was stationed in the states for a while. I became very comfortable with it. Had a house, car, girlfiend and dog. For the most part, a normal life. I gave it all away because my Country needed me in another place. I arrive in this place and get greeted by the whole "your ass is grass" routine. They slapped so many rules and regs on me I couldn't even breath. I am in a foriegn country and I agree things must be different. But, do I really need to fill out a "plan" before I go out on liberty and then have somone approve of it? If I want to have a beer, I need another person with me. NO MATTER WHAT! One beer! And I have to write in detail what my plans are when I have this beer. Its so fucking Communist! I gave up so much to come here, and I am being punished every single day for it. I've been in Japan for about six months now. Honestly, I drink more over here than I ever did in the States. Because, now I have a reason to...