No one has my name on a list with any sort of “vulnerable for deployment date.”
I’m back in a civilized city that has more than one Jack In The Box. JITB Tacos are a guilty pleasure of mine. I know they’re bad for me 9 ways from sideways, but they were the first taco I ever tasted and they are the epitome of fast food comfort to me.
I actually get paid overtime.
I can shave or not…no one cares…at all…that’s taking some getting used to.
It’s good to have a mustache that doesn’t make me look like a pedophile.
If I’m a lil chubby, I don’t have to make an appointment with anybody.
No one is expecting me to run a mile and a half for any reason. As a matter of fact, I believe they’d think I was crazy if I brought up a “fun run” as any sort of “team building” exercise.
Everyone asks me if I always walk so fast…I didn’t realize I did until recently. I’m learning to slow down.
The boss tells everyone to call him by his first name. If I slip and call him, “Sir” he just looks at me and shakes his head because he’s like, TOLD me personally on more than one occasion.
I’m NEVER on call unless I WANT to be.
I’m letting my hair grow out mostly out of curiosity to see what’s there and what isn’t and what colors are currently involved. It’s actually touching my ears. No one seems to think that’s weird in any way. I may go long hair when all is said and done. Washed and styled long hair mind you, but long none the less.
When I switch shifts, it’s for at least 90 days so my body can get used to a new sleep pattern.
I actually get paid more for working nights.
The boss pushes night football games onto the monitors in the work areas.
No one touches my hat if I wear it inside.
My two earrings in my left ear are actually conservative out here in the civilian realm. When did that happen, the 90s?
Just like in the military, my current job sometime requires that all I do is sit there while someone yells at me. Unlike the military if that person doing the yelling starts cussing me out or dissing my parents, I can hang up on them, as a matter of fact, I’m required to.
Pshaw. Long hair ain’t what it used to be. Now the rage seems to be short hair (moussed at 1/2″ and ’styled’ if you can call half inch hair being styled).
When my kids were growing up they wanted to do the long hair thing as a point of resistance against their parents. I remembered a point my mother relayed to me about an older brother going up against our dad about long hair. He (my brother) just asked dad “What’s the point? It’ll be gone by the time I’m 25 anyway.”
So, remembering that, whenever my kids tried to use their current hair style to get under my skin, I’d just brush my hand against my bald(ing) head and say “25. 25.”
Funny thing is, now my boys are 25 and and guess what? They can brush their hands over their thinning hair and say “Whatta you know! Dad was right!”
And about 4 years ago I bowed to the truly inevitable and went skin head. No more $10 and up hour long waits for 5 minutes in a barber’s chair. A few quick flips of the razor over the head when shaving takes care of the daily duty.
So if you have good hair genes (I don’t): Go for it! (My oldest brother inherited them all. At 60 he has hair that a high schooler would envy) Otherwise, avoid the hassle, don’t waste the effort.
Comment by JoeC — 20070925 @ 0748
and no one comes un-glued if your a few minutes late…for anything.
Comment by Cpl/Sgt Blondie — 20070925 @ 1219
Now about that Harley -
Comment by Chief — 20070926 @ 1431
I don’t have “good hair genes” by any stretch of the imagination and I was shaving my head up until about a month ago, but I’ve had short hair for 23 years…I’m curious to see if I let it grow if it doesn’t look quite so thin and…old.
Comment by Timmer — 20070927 @ 1312