April 11, 2006

  • Well, working at the squadron is a good change of pace from the office hours of the Salaryman world.  I'm down to fourteen hours of work each day, with only proably 3 of those hours being anything actually productive.  Maybe something like sit around all day..... oh this would keep me occupied for 20 minutes.... sit around for another 2 hours..... oh look I could run this down to AIMD and that could probably kill another 30 minutes..... blahblahblah.... when the hell is lunchtime?... blahblah....


    I'm off flight crew again, and now I'm in Maintenance Control shop doing mountains of paperwork and yelling at people through the radio as a maintenance controller.  Not bad, but the more I think about it, the more I realize that I've become that one NCO that I've always hated.  Oh well, who the fuck cares.  Another half a week of this bullshit and back to Salarylalaland, whoopee!


    I've also failed to word my last entry correctly-- I QUALIFIED as an expert rifle shot.  In the middle of the snow.


    Funny story though..... I was on the 500 yard line, and the B-mod targets on the 500 yard line resembles a silhouette of a man.  As I was aiming for center mass of the target, I managed to shoot the guy in the dinger.  At first I'm like, wow nice shot..... poor guy, and I take another shot-- BAM, another shot to the beanbag.  Now I'm thinking... wait, something is wrong here, I got the guy twice in the beanbag, can't be a fluke-- so I try aiming for the head and finally hit center mass.  That's when I realized that the rear sight elevation on my rifle was still set to the 300-yard line setting, and not to the 500 yard setting.  I'm thinking to myself.... well, what's another shot to the balls anyway?  Center mass, bam, another shot in the grundle.


    Poor guy's not going to have kids anytime soon.  Not with sick freaks like me wielding a rifle at least.

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