I said earlier that I was “heading back.” I was brought up on the Mac since I was about six I think? My dad thought it would be an awesome birthday present to go buy a Mac Plus with 2MB of Ram and an external 40MB hard drive and an Apple Image Writer for my Mom while she was on deadline for the Opera Program. My mom is a Graphic Designer and until that day was still doing everything with a typewriter and layout boards. Well, for some reason, I picked it up really quick and my Mom would call me during School to help her with printing issues and such. A few years later, Dad upgraded her to
a Mac IIci with a 20 inch screen and an Apple Laser Writer II NT so I got the Plus in my room. Followed by a 1200bps modem! Since then she’s had a G3, G4, iMac Green, iMac Red, and now is on a G4 iBook I think. Dad has long since converted to the dark side after his G4 to Asus, then IBM’s and now Linovo’s. My parents owned a commercial printing company which they eventually sold and retired even though Mom still does a couple of things for her favorite charities. I ended up upgrading eventually to one of the first run iBook’s. You
remember the blue toiliet bowl cover? I still have it laying around somewhere!
I’m the Sailor of the Year at my command. I’m the subject matter expert on about six million dollars (yes, $6,000,000) worth of gear for this detachment. Each craft costs $23 million so I’ve got a little chunk of the pie. I’ve deployed before so I volunteered to help assist with some administrative requirements for the deployment. So I go to meetings, arrange for computers, arrange for advancement exams and college courses. This in relation to my primary responsibilities are very minimal if you ask me. Anyway, I get those secondary duties (collateral’s) squared away and try my hardest with my primary duties. I’m not exactly the best at it, but I try and I think I have more resources available to me to help. 
With all this being said, I get yelled at by someone who didn’t go to one of the meetings that wanted me to ill-advise my shipmates and make them sign up for something that certainly don’t have to and if they do, they should wait for the brief that has been scheduled next month. What makes it even worse, I got my butt chewed out over an e-mail.
So with all these little things and being chewed out for them, it makes me wonder why I try to do my primary duties. If I can’t get something little taken care of, how am I supposed to take care of these big ticket items? Why do I do what I do? Just takes all the motivation out of a person who was at one point the most highly motivated person in the command.
I’m praying guys…but I just don’t know sometimes. Pray with me? Pray for my family? Finally, pray for the people I work for.
I just heard this on the radio and had to say something.
Person 1, “Person 2 this is Person 1.”
Person 2, “Person 1 this is 2, roger?”
Person 1, “We are trying to conduct a radio check with you on this radio, so can you give us a radio check?”
Person 2, “Roger…”
DUH!!!