One of those weeks
Every day this week it has been one thing or another. I’ve done my best to try and let things roll off my back but it’s been tough. Work is draining and this lack of social interaction is worse then I had planned. Every little thing is working my last nerve, it’s like constant nails on the chalk board.
I’m trying to stay motivated and work on my ESWS. I actually have quite a bit done considering my limited time on board. I went around tonight and got a few more signatures but I am still not even at 50%. I will keep chugging along though and study my ass off for the board.
I have started to get maintenance work (3M) assigned to me with the division which is a distraction from the general sludge of daily blahness that I endure but I’m just getting started so I really don’t know much about it. I am kind of just guessing my way through which probably isn’t good for anybody. Tonight I had to go into the combat space (which is 90% dark) and had to crawl around and look for surge suppressors so I could tag them and do a multimeter test on them. I was supposed to find 8 of them but only came up with 5. It was pretty funny to watch people react when I would unplug their power strip as they lost access to facebook. Apparently the Navy is run on chat and facebook these days. Haha!
2 lessons I should have learned by this point in my life: 1) Don’t drunk text or call (still haven’t mastered that one) and 2) Don’t order crap online when I’m so tired I can’t see the screen. My most recent reminder of this is that earlier this week I ordered a few (15) shirts online and had it shipped to the boat and was very satisfied with myself and then tonight I was looking at the shipping email that I got and noticed that I failed to mention what ship I am on. So that’s a few hundred dollars that I don’t see myself wearing anytime soon. I suppose it’s possible that they might track me down via zip code but I don’t know that anyone in the military post office has that much motivation.
I am not much of a phone person and after this week I don’t care if I ever talk to another person back home. I must have called like 10 people this week and only got through to one (very special) person. I called morning, afternoon and night but the thing that probably killed any chance at speaking to anything other than voicemail is caller ID. Nobody is picking up when the phone number is just a random spattering of numbers. I don’t even know what the phone number looks like when your call is getting relayed over 3 military satellites but I am sure it doesn’t come up with my name and home number. So screw it for now.
Well our connection just dropped out again for like the 45th time tonight. Off to troubleshoot the wonderful world of SHF.
