Fuck you, says the army

Rather, my fearless leader.

So this morning we were made to stand around for no reason on a Saturday, while the other fearless leaders and mine all had some meeting. For two hours. I guess they were having cake and exchanging small gifts and chatting or something.

The only thing to come out of this meeting was the news that apparently our section has staff duty tomorrow (today, now, in 7 hours), and if my buddy doesn’t go (because nobody could reach him to tell him) guess who has to take the shift? Me!

Me, the guy who wasn’t on leave for two weeks, the guy who got to spend New Years Eve on duty, the guy who has had the last three 24 hour shifts for the section. I brought this up, but drugged fearless leader (who showed up thirty five minutes late) basically just said too bad. Despite the fact that there are several other guys who could be backup.

It’s cool though. If I end up on staff duty, you can kiss my ass goodbye for most of the week, because I’m taking comp time. I figure I’ll go back to work on thursday. I’m owed a day for New Years, and staff duty will be another day beyond that. No doubt Fearless Leader will completely forget that I had duty and flip the fuck out when I’m not there.

This shit pisses me off because I get more details than anyone else, and I also have more shit going on with my rehab than anyone else. So I’m constantly getting fucked out of being able to do rehabilitation because it’s not an official appointment. There is little flexibility in the mental processes of Fearless Leader so he can’t grasp the concept that I have a lot of shit to do besides appointments. He forgets everything and I’m apparently the default backup for all details whether they violate my profile or not, and regardless of whether I just had duty or not.

I realize this sounds like whining. I don’t fucking care. Since I got injured I’ve been treated like I’m some shitbag because I’m not healthy. I’ve never been anything but a dedicated, capable soldier who didn’t need coddling and guidance to do my job. Blow my knee and suddenly I’m a total shitbag trying to get out of everything just because I want to actually, you know, do the prescribed rehab without being hassled.

My phone just crapped out though (finally broke in half), so FL better remember to tell me shit ahead of time. No more last minute notifications of duty for me.

You know, I think I see what’s really pissing me off about this guy. He acts like a child. Most of the time he doesn’t show up for formations or shows up late/out of uniform. He gets all petulant* when I don’t answer my phone because I’m busy doing something. He doesn’t leave messages saying what he actually wants, just says to call him. Texts us with slang shit that half of us don’t understand. Rather than making a fair schedule for details, he just pulls names out of his ass, and usually that means mine.** It’s like working for a twelve year old.

…Which is what the Army experience really boils down to. Like working for petulant, whiny children with God complexes who are protected by their rank alone.

*Threatens me, and only me, with duty every other day because I don’t answer my phone because I’m at the fucking gym, when two other guys standing right there with me didn’t answer theirs either for the exact same reason.

**Before leave, when I was on staff duty, I heard them making the detail assignments. He put me on duty on both Christmas Eve and New Years Eve. Not a word of protest about fucking over one soldier on both holidays inside a week. What a faggot! He didn’t write me on the detail list or tell me, natch. Then the next morning he tried to con another NCO into taking his duty, and he didn’t even say that it was for him, but for someone else that couldn’t make it. That just shows a lot of his character right there.