Hide the babies

Usually, I enjoy coming into work. Not so much the having to be here at 6 am part, but the rest of it is pretty good. Granted right now I’m not doing my actual job…turns out jet exhaust & hazardous materials aren’t very good for a fetus. So the boyo is out of me, I’m resigned to desk work…and time sheets. I’m a time sheet master. There are days though, when this place makes me crazy. Or more specifically, there are certain people here that make me want to punch a baby.

>insert punching motion towards my uterus here<

There are a lot of advantages to working as a civilian contractor for the Navy. For one…I’m paid a ridiculous amount of money & have amazing benefits. Also almost all of my co-workers are former military so we all tend to be ok with completely inappropriate jokes. We are, for the most part, a bunch of kids in grown-up bodies doing grown-up jobs. Unfortunately, sometimes certain people still treat this like we are still in the military. Guys who were former chiefs act like they think they’re better than the rest of us & a certain supervisor still acts like he’s a squadron AMO. Add in the fact that we still deal with a Navy maintenance control that changes things 100 times in a minute, and this place can be down-right frustrating sometimes. Navy personnel tend to dislike us because we’re doing the same job as them for a lot more money & a lot fewer hours. Boo frikkety who. Nobody forced you to join & if you really hate it so much, get out…problem solved. Military would be better off without a bunch of pansy ass whiners anyway.

I’m off track though…back to the people I do work with who don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground. I have almost no respect for people who are put in charge of me who never did my job. Whether they’re the ones right above me, or the guy at the tippy top, how can you tell us what is GOING to be done when you don’t even know what NEEDS to be done?!?!?! They ought to act like all my DivO’s did. Hands off backed out unless somebody gets in trouble. I don’t think any of my DivO’s even knew what we really did all day, but at least they didn’t try to tell us to do it differently. For the most part…we take what the higher ups tell us & then proceed to do it the way that works. So long as they don’t realize what’s going on, we’re all safe. Fortunately for me sitting at a desk, the silly rules don’t affect me. I won’t be here forever & I already know when I go back out to that line…I’m going to find even more things that piss me off.