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Did you hear what I said?
Join Date: Aug 2000
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Mess Cranking - three months of slavery to the anal-retentive lunatic cooks that every Navy enlisted man on a ship has to endure. The days started around 5:00 a.m. and ended around 10:30 p.m. God it was awful. I was also assigned to the wardroom, so I had to deal with the ****ing officers, and since I was assigned to a supply ship, there was an overabundance of supply corps officers. On the chain of pure scum, a naval supply corps officer falls somewhere between child molester and ax murderer. I can't think of a single one I ever met that didn't completely suck. Endless cleaning, mopping, serving food to those pampered dirtbags - imagine working at a restaurant in some country club for less than minimum wage with no tips, serving people utterly wrapped up in their own sense of self-entitlement. ****.
Us unfortunate few of the wardroom staff were also responsible for maintaining the decks in officers country. I'll never forget the night I had just finished waxing an area of the deck around 11:00 p.m., when this prick LTJG came by. He saw the wax wasn't dry, and could have easily walked around, but instead he deliberately walked through it, looked at me and laughed, and then went on to his cabin. I still want to kill that ****er, 26 years later. And there are a handful of others I'd just like to beat into a coma. Is that wrong? I don't care. To this day I'll never walk through a freshly mopped area of floor unless I have no choice, and then I'll profusely apologize to whoever is doing it. And I have the utmost appreciation for restaurant workers. The only good part - the zeroes got the best food, and we got to eat what they ate. Certainly didn't make up for it, though. Longest three months of my life. |
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