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Back on shore
Aug. 7th, 2003 09:50 pmI should have seen it coming.
My boss walked up to me Monday morning before we pulled in with a shit- eating grin on his face, and a look that said he was glad to see me.
"Just the man I was looking for!! How are you, come on in, we need to talk!"
Uh oh.
Twenty minutes and about 50 kisses on the ass later, I was assigned a new collateral duty, after the old guy in charge of it was fired for the pooch screw that his paperwork was found to be during MTT. (for those of yall who don't talk Nuke, MTT stands for Mobile Training Team, a collection of senior nukes who travels around to all the ships in the fleet with an 'N' in their hull number and trains their Reactor Departments in preparation for the annual ORSE, or Operational Reactor Safeguards Exam, a big song- and- dance affair we go through every year to prove we can operate nuclear reactors safely without making downtown Norfolk glow.)
In the last 56 hours since we pulled in, I've been home for a grand total of 10 of those hours, the rest of the time I've been at work trying to unfuck 3 years of stupidity. And to make matters even more amusing, our fears have finally been confirmed: the captain HATES the ship's nukes. Actually, that's a funny story.....
Last week, we sent about a dozen of our newbies to what is called School of the Ship, an introduction to the ship and all the 'important' people onboard. Part of that includes a little Q and A session with the Captain. Our new 'problem child', as we've started calling him, stood up to ask a question. Now, for those not in the military, when addressing one's commanding officer in such a situation, it's usual to pop to attention, and greet him in the manner of, "good morning Captain, I'm so and so from so and so."
Our boy skipped all those superfluous words and went straight for the question, at which point the old man flew into a rage, and said something to the effect of,
"Goddamn it, that's why I fucking HATE nukes!!!! No military bearing whatsoever!!!" Immediately after this, by all accounts, he realized what he'd just said out loud and visibly cringed. Damn, what I wouldn't give to have gotten that on tape.
I was selected to counsel the young man who made the gaping breech of protocal about the error of his ways, and as I finished, all I could think was, damn, if I stay in long enough to ever have my own ship, I hope my friends kill me if I become that much of an asshole. I had a hard time yelling at him and keeping a straight face, so I gave up and dropped the charade after about 2 minutes, and just told him that not everybody in the Navy is trained like we are, to think for ourselves and maintain a questioning attitude, and even question authority when you know you're in the right and the safety of others is on the line. Funny thing is, that goes for officers and enlisted. That's a bit scary.
Ok, I think that's enough about work for one night, wouldn't yall agree? I think I'm going to watch Office Space in my office- at least in that movie their boss has no backbone. Good night yall, I'm back.
My boss walked up to me Monday morning before we pulled in with a shit- eating grin on his face, and a look that said he was glad to see me.
"Just the man I was looking for!! How are you, come on in, we need to talk!"
Uh oh.
Twenty minutes and about 50 kisses on the ass later, I was assigned a new collateral duty, after the old guy in charge of it was fired for the pooch screw that his paperwork was found to be during MTT. (for those of yall who don't talk Nuke, MTT stands for Mobile Training Team, a collection of senior nukes who travels around to all the ships in the fleet with an 'N' in their hull number and trains their Reactor Departments in preparation for the annual ORSE, or Operational Reactor Safeguards Exam, a big song- and- dance affair we go through every year to prove we can operate nuclear reactors safely without making downtown Norfolk glow.)
In the last 56 hours since we pulled in, I've been home for a grand total of 10 of those hours, the rest of the time I've been at work trying to unfuck 3 years of stupidity. And to make matters even more amusing, our fears have finally been confirmed: the captain HATES the ship's nukes. Actually, that's a funny story.....
Last week, we sent about a dozen of our newbies to what is called School of the Ship, an introduction to the ship and all the 'important' people onboard. Part of that includes a little Q and A session with the Captain. Our new 'problem child', as we've started calling him, stood up to ask a question. Now, for those not in the military, when addressing one's commanding officer in such a situation, it's usual to pop to attention, and greet him in the manner of, "good morning Captain, I'm so and so from so and so."
Our boy skipped all those superfluous words and went straight for the question, at which point the old man flew into a rage, and said something to the effect of,
"Goddamn it, that's why I fucking HATE nukes!!!! No military bearing whatsoever!!!" Immediately after this, by all accounts, he realized what he'd just said out loud and visibly cringed. Damn, what I wouldn't give to have gotten that on tape.
I was selected to counsel the young man who made the gaping breech of protocal about the error of his ways, and as I finished, all I could think was, damn, if I stay in long enough to ever have my own ship, I hope my friends kill me if I become that much of an asshole. I had a hard time yelling at him and keeping a straight face, so I gave up and dropped the charade after about 2 minutes, and just told him that not everybody in the Navy is trained like we are, to think for ourselves and maintain a questioning attitude, and even question authority when you know you're in the right and the safety of others is on the line. Funny thing is, that goes for officers and enlisted. That's a bit scary.
Ok, I think that's enough about work for one night, wouldn't yall agree? I think I'm going to watch Office Space in my office- at least in that movie their boss has no backbone. Good night yall, I'm back.
