Somebody came up with the idea to shave our heads as a team thing. Since I didn't feel like going to the barber and spending money on something I can and have done myself before, I did so while the other three went to the barber. But they bitched out on the last part! All they did was buzz it, while I spent 45 minutes biccing my damn skull.
This is unacceptable. My morale has just hit all-time lows.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
No Fucking Off In Sector
No chai, no lunch. That's what the company commander of the platoon we went out this morning with told us yesterday.
We spent about 15 minutes on the road swerving back and forth trying to get a piss bottle off.
We spent about 15 minutes on the road swerving back and forth trying to get a piss bottle off.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
We're So Short-Handed
The Army can't send any more people who know how to do my job. They're retraining an entire chemical company. WTF.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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