I just spent the last fourteen and a half hours at work, and when I got home to the barracks, I found out that the Sergeant Major is pissed off that I missed the field day formation. Maybe if she had announced the formation ahead of time, I would have been there. Probably not though, I was busy.

Stupid inspection. My program is about half way through it's time under the microscope, and we've "identified issues" that I'll be oblidged to correct, even though all the ones we've "identified" are, in my humble opinion, useless wastes of times. But it's the Navy that's inspecting us. And the general Marine opinion of the Navy is that they've got nothing but time to waste. (Navy aviation units have about 20% more maintainers per flight hour than Maines, despite the Navy also having much newer aircraft.)

What, me bitter? Now if you'll excuse me, I need to field day my room. Again. It's a good thing I don't have any important work I should be doing. Oh, wait...

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