Here I sit, in a building with only AC (the architects and engineers who worked on this place came up with a great idea... if there are enough people in the building you won't need heaters to keep it comfortable, too bad manning has been cut by 2/3rds). It is 40 degrees outsite... this isn't right. I think God hates me or something. Maybe it is just my section leader, I only stand 2 watches; 2330-0330 or 0330 to 0730 (turn-over time). Yes, they are only 4 hour watches. Yes, I am a babysitter. I am in a TS building, babysitting a telephone, a student that checks TS and Secret rooms, and a log of mo-fos in the building after working hours. Shore duty. Its greeeaaaaat, if it weren't for the damn politics and idiots running the show I'd be like a pig in ****. It doesn't hurt that the CO was my first CO from 8 years ago... but then again, he and I don't converse much... aside from a random funny e-mail every now and again reminising about the bajillion crazy stories he'd tell us before a crazy outside agency inspection.
I get chuckles every now again, listening to the base's security goofs on the radio (I have one sitting next to me, you know in case **** hits the fan... we're one of those "special" bases). "Yea... ugh.... we just picked up a couple Marines who jumped the fence... yea... ugh... underaged drinking" Typical stuff.
My freaking hands are going numb, did I mention there were no heaters here? The chair I'm sitting on smells like hooker ***, too.
More to come... I'm just trying to stay awake... it is hard when you are cold and bored.