Ok, pet peeve time.
Why on earth do people feel compelled to tell me im not on a sports team I root for when I say "we" in regards to a game or a deal.
For instance
Myself: "We just didn't get it done this weekend we were clearly out played and we played sloppy"
annoying douche trying to sound smart: "We? I didn't know you were on the team"
Screw you jackass. I didn't realize I wasn't on the payroll. This whole time I had been wondering where my jersey was and when I wasn't getting paid! OF COURSE I KNOW IM NOT ON THE GOD FORSAKEN TEAM.
Its called being a fan, are you less of a fan for not saying we? No not at all, some people (such as myself) invest a good amount of their free time keeping up with the teams they follow, reading stats, following trades/injuries/contracts we invest part of ourselves into the team. We buy jerseys, t-shirts, hats and tickets to watch the teams play to support the team and insure that there will be a team there for us to watch, so in a way we are apart of the team. Are we a big part of the team? No. Are we important? Yes. Like the little 14 years old supporting china's work force with out them, china's work force would be nothing. Without fans sport teams wouldn't survive.
So please stop telling me im not on the team, I know that, I am completely aware.
About Me
- jake
- San Diego, California
- Im in the Navy, I love Rebecca and I am a third class petty officer. I am a sonar tech currently in C-school. I really can't wait to go sail the seven seas for a bit. I kinda just like to go with the flow and see what happens.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
If you live a sheltered life, did you really live at all?
So it has been quite some time since my last entry, two months by the looks of it. I had planned on writing this out tomorrow, but the Patriots lost today and I have locked myself away from the world so I figured now would be the best time to sit down and write this out. So sit back and let me spin you a lovely tale of my life since the completion of A-school.
I finished A-school on Oct. 27th as noted in my last entry, immediately following that I was trust back into the monotonous holds routine once more, muster go clean something (code for go back to bed and let the noobs do the cleaning) go to lunch at 1030, go to lunch, muster again and then PT/work till 3 depending on the day. I was on this schedule for around 2 weeks before I finally received my C-school orders. As I walked into the Admin office a number of things shot around in my head, would I get a new system and go to the brand spankin' new ships of the fleet? Would I get the old system I wanted and be heading to a frigate? Or would I be forced into the 9 month long tail tech course that would hold me on this god forsaken base until after my 21st birthday....if you couldn't figure it out from the length of that last sentence, yes I was informed I would be a tail tech. After about 5 minutes of cursing god and everyone in sight I was ok with it. Class date: December 6th
Another month on hold, crap.
However, shortly after this development a grand development formed. My gorgeous girl would be joining me in San Diego for the week of thanksgiving! Suddenly all of the idiotic, monotonous, and repetitive tasks ceased to phase me, I had a goal in my brain to reach. The days started to run together and before I knew it I was the airport picking my lady up!
We had a marvelous week, we visited all over San Diego, the various malls (Fashion valley, mission valley, horton plaza) We went to the Zoo, the Movies with some friends from base, and the Midway Museum. It was so nice to have her with me :). We ended up eating thanksgiving dinner at a local restaurant chain in San Diego called Oggis, I had pasta, very thanksgivingy I know lol! We then went back to our hotel lounged around and watched thanksgiving football. It was an interesting way to spend thanksgiving, but so far one thing I have learned in the Navy is nothing will be normal while I am here. She got to see the Coronado bridge and all over san diego and the epic views that it has.
Sadly, our trip came to an end and I sent Becca back to St. Louis. Knowing that come December I should be reaching home for 2 weeks to see her again.
With becca back at home all that was left for me to look towards was December 17th when I would be flying home for the holidays! This day had been marked down since early October for the day I would be returning, all the while planning ahead to make sure only a handful of people knew so I could surprise my mom, but we will get to that later. Anyway, so with becca gone and Christmas a month away I had the pleasure of starting C-school. Woo.
Bright and early we all lined up that morning, twelve of us total, 4 of us Petty officers (oh yeah while becca was home I reached the Pay grade of E4, which in the navy is a Petty officer 3rd class) none of us really knowing what nonsense we would have to endure for the next half year.
So C-school starts, there by 730am out by 3, or at the latest 4 or 5 if you are on mando. tests aren't test of memory but looking through books for answers, yes every test is open book and yet somehow people still fail....yeah I don't get it. Labs are a little more stressful. As of right now I am 2nd overall in the class but the top ranked male in the group. So C-school is going pretty well.
Being in C-school has however brought about one good change, I actually want to PT now (damn you STG2).
So anyway, 2 weeks pass and it is now December 17th and time for me to go home. Flight time, 2140 to Phoenix international airport, next flight 0045 to St. Louis landing time 0445.
Long night ahead for sure. Marissa a good friend I have made since being in san diego, graciously agrees to drive me, barnett and burdette to the airport. Starting to rain, first thought is shit if this plane is delayed I will freak out, nope not delayed no worries. Going through security I learned a fun fact about America that I think everyone should know. Terrorist use snow globes. As I am standing there in full dress uniform going through security so far so good and then boom...my bag of fragile items has to be checked because of a snow globe...ridiculous. But after that small hiccup it was smooth sailing into St. Louis. First class bump and all.
As the plane begins its land into St Louis I awaken to a very cold plane cabin, looking out the window I see white covering the houses, confused I look around and ask what that is...the plane steward looks at me confused and says....snow sir... and it dawns on me I had forgotten what snow looks like HA! A few moments later, we have landed and I am now searching through Lambert airfield for my sister and girlfriend who have braved the weather to come get me. I was finally home.
The next two weeks seem like a blur, from surprising mom and having her call me a jerk and hit me to the blues kicking the crap out of the redwings in st. louis, to Christmas to my week of just seeing people and relaxing. It was a two weeks I really needed to just relax, and a two weeks I really need to remind me what why I am doing what I am doing.
Back in San Diego on January 2nd, back at school January 4th.
And that really has been my life up until now, more school and more staring off into the distant future for the next time becca can visit me and I can make my way home. Its looking like around memorial day becca will be back here in San Diego with me! I miss everyone at home so very much and can not wait to be back there!
And sadly, today the Patriots season came to an end at the hands of the Jets....always next year I suppose.
Oh small note im planning on getting a tattoo here soon :) (not navy related those will come once I reach a ship just something I thought sounded cool and want)
I finished A-school on Oct. 27th as noted in my last entry, immediately following that I was trust back into the monotonous holds routine once more, muster go clean something (code for go back to bed and let the noobs do the cleaning) go to lunch at 1030, go to lunch, muster again and then PT/work till 3 depending on the day. I was on this schedule for around 2 weeks before I finally received my C-school orders. As I walked into the Admin office a number of things shot around in my head, would I get a new system and go to the brand spankin' new ships of the fleet? Would I get the old system I wanted and be heading to a frigate? Or would I be forced into the 9 month long tail tech course that would hold me on this god forsaken base until after my 21st birthday....if you couldn't figure it out from the length of that last sentence, yes I was informed I would be a tail tech. After about 5 minutes of cursing god and everyone in sight I was ok with it. Class date: December 6th
Another month on hold, crap.
However, shortly after this development a grand development formed. My gorgeous girl would be joining me in San Diego for the week of thanksgiving! Suddenly all of the idiotic, monotonous, and repetitive tasks ceased to phase me, I had a goal in my brain to reach. The days started to run together and before I knew it I was the airport picking my lady up!
We had a marvelous week, we visited all over San Diego, the various malls (Fashion valley, mission valley, horton plaza) We went to the Zoo, the Movies with some friends from base, and the Midway Museum. It was so nice to have her with me :). We ended up eating thanksgiving dinner at a local restaurant chain in San Diego called Oggis, I had pasta, very thanksgivingy I know lol! We then went back to our hotel lounged around and watched thanksgiving football. It was an interesting way to spend thanksgiving, but so far one thing I have learned in the Navy is nothing will be normal while I am here. She got to see the Coronado bridge and all over san diego and the epic views that it has.
Sadly, our trip came to an end and I sent Becca back to St. Louis. Knowing that come December I should be reaching home for 2 weeks to see her again.
With becca back at home all that was left for me to look towards was December 17th when I would be flying home for the holidays! This day had been marked down since early October for the day I would be returning, all the while planning ahead to make sure only a handful of people knew so I could surprise my mom, but we will get to that later. Anyway, so with becca gone and Christmas a month away I had the pleasure of starting C-school. Woo.
Bright and early we all lined up that morning, twelve of us total, 4 of us Petty officers (oh yeah while becca was home I reached the Pay grade of E4, which in the navy is a Petty officer 3rd class) none of us really knowing what nonsense we would have to endure for the next half year.
So C-school starts, there by 730am out by 3, or at the latest 4 or 5 if you are on mando. tests aren't test of memory but looking through books for answers, yes every test is open book and yet somehow people still fail....yeah I don't get it. Labs are a little more stressful. As of right now I am 2nd overall in the class but the top ranked male in the group. So C-school is going pretty well.
Being in C-school has however brought about one good change, I actually want to PT now (damn you STG2).
So anyway, 2 weeks pass and it is now December 17th and time for me to go home. Flight time, 2140 to Phoenix international airport, next flight 0045 to St. Louis landing time 0445.
Long night ahead for sure. Marissa a good friend I have made since being in san diego, graciously agrees to drive me, barnett and burdette to the airport. Starting to rain, first thought is shit if this plane is delayed I will freak out, nope not delayed no worries. Going through security I learned a fun fact about America that I think everyone should know. Terrorist use snow globes. As I am standing there in full dress uniform going through security so far so good and then boom...my bag of fragile items has to be checked because of a snow globe...ridiculous. But after that small hiccup it was smooth sailing into St. Louis. First class bump and all.
As the plane begins its land into St Louis I awaken to a very cold plane cabin, looking out the window I see white covering the houses, confused I look around and ask what that is...the plane steward looks at me confused and says....snow sir... and it dawns on me I had forgotten what snow looks like HA! A few moments later, we have landed and I am now searching through Lambert airfield for my sister and girlfriend who have braved the weather to come get me. I was finally home.
The next two weeks seem like a blur, from surprising mom and having her call me a jerk and hit me to the blues kicking the crap out of the redwings in st. louis, to Christmas to my week of just seeing people and relaxing. It was a two weeks I really needed to just relax, and a two weeks I really need to remind me what why I am doing what I am doing.
Back in San Diego on January 2nd, back at school January 4th.
And that really has been my life up until now, more school and more staring off into the distant future for the next time becca can visit me and I can make my way home. Its looking like around memorial day becca will be back here in San Diego with me! I miss everyone at home so very much and can not wait to be back there!
And sadly, today the Patriots season came to an end at the hands of the Jets....always next year I suppose.
Oh small note im planning on getting a tattoo here soon :) (not navy related those will come once I reach a ship just something I thought sounded cool and want)
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