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Musings

  • Apparently, “Plotting out and practicing the untimely demise of my fellow human beings” was not the answer someone was looking for when they asked me what I did in the Army.
  • The traffic around us flows in such a way that the shortest route to Boo’s school takes about twice as long as the back roads.
    • Cue the Kentucky highway department putting in a ten-minute detour along the longer route that takes me into the next county.
    • Still better than the freeway.
  • If my desk calendar is telling the truth, I have something work-related to do just about every day in August.
    • It’s gotten to the point that I set alarms so that I remember to eat lunch.
  • My commute is starting to become my favorite time of day.  It’s probably because I can roll down the windows, blast angry music, and scream at the top of my lungs until I feel better.
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8 Comments

  1. mrgarabaldi

     /  July 31, 2018

    I can relate to the first one, lol

  2. OldNFO

     /  July 31, 2018

    Glad I’m past having kids in school… THAT was a nightmare…

  3. Bob Ross

     /  August 1, 2018

    Your primary job in the military is to kill people and destroy things in the name of the United States government.

  4. Clayton W.

     /  August 1, 2018

    My job in the Navy was to be so ready to do my job that I NEVER had to!

  5. rt895

     /  August 1, 2018

    My job was get the boat to where we could break ships. After that the crews were on their own.

  6. John in Philly

     /  August 1, 2018

    My job in the Navy was to cruise around while operating and maintaining antique ship propulsion systems, and rarely see the light of day.
    My carrier time was spent making the flat roof move through the water.
    Sometimes the air conditioning vent in my rack was a bit hard to adjust and I needed to use a blanket.
    (Every active duty ship I was stationed on would have qualified for antique tags in the state of Pennsylvania.)

  7. Last night at work I actually got to say “You don’t have a need to know. Ask again and the government will disappear you.”
    Turned out he needed automotive advice, and couldn’t remember which of his co-workers was an MI Geek, which was a canon cocker, and which was a wrench-turner.

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