I'll Never Learn
I love to talk. It’s the truth. I love it and I do it all the time, even when I’m alone. I pace the apartment and talk to myself, I walk to work and talk to myself, even on my way home from buying groceries I talk to myself. And I put myself in the best mood ever.
I’m also happy to talk to anyone who will listen and sometimes it gets me in trouble. Like right now. I was working late Monday after I got back from the range and I was exasperated: with my lame busy-work job, with the admin department, and with one yeoman in particular who seems a little in love with placing blame in all the wrong places (I’m all for blame but make it air-tight and do it with some finesse). So I complained to the Senior Chief who struck up a conversation with me after-hours Monday evening. It really was innocent. And it was the biggest mistake ever. He’s just off a DUI that was a total embarrassment and he’s trying to re-establish his reputation so he decided my bitching was a call to arms. And it just so happens he was stationed with my least favorite yeoman in Washington, hates him with a vengeance, and is out for blood. Like a custom suit my complaints were perfectly tailored to him. How was this girl to know?
While I’ve been safely distracted by the range he’s been running at the mouth for two days and now everyone is involved. I’d list everyone who is actively participating in this fiasco but it would be get me off-topic. It’s lots of people with lots of rank and today a chief, who I like, came into my office and said, “So I hear you’re stirring the pot.” He took both of his arms and made a motion like he was stirring a huge caldron with something thick and toxic simmering inside. I’m not stirring the pot. I don’t have any problems. I could care less if a cocky yeoman who out-ranks me raised his voice and was rude to me. I can promise you that rank rarely affects me and that I perform well in an argument under pressure. This was no exception. I don’t care who makes it to class next week. That’s the crux of the issue: one group thinks they should be excused from a trip to the range and another, much larger, group of people think that first group are a bunch of manipulative, sneaky, complainers who feel a sense on entitlement.
So that’s where I stand. I opened my mouth with a small amount of trust and was burned. I’m going to stick to talking to myself. I’m much happier that way.
I’m also happy to talk to anyone who will listen and sometimes it gets me in trouble. Like right now. I was working late Monday after I got back from the range and I was exasperated: with my lame busy-work job, with the admin department, and with one yeoman in particular who seems a little in love with placing blame in all the wrong places (I’m all for blame but make it air-tight and do it with some finesse). So I complained to the Senior Chief who struck up a conversation with me after-hours Monday evening. It really was innocent. And it was the biggest mistake ever. He’s just off a DUI that was a total embarrassment and he’s trying to re-establish his reputation so he decided my bitching was a call to arms. And it just so happens he was stationed with my least favorite yeoman in Washington, hates him with a vengeance, and is out for blood. Like a custom suit my complaints were perfectly tailored to him. How was this girl to know?
While I’ve been safely distracted by the range he’s been running at the mouth for two days and now everyone is involved. I’d list everyone who is actively participating in this fiasco but it would be get me off-topic. It’s lots of people with lots of rank and today a chief, who I like, came into my office and said, “So I hear you’re stirring the pot.” He took both of his arms and made a motion like he was stirring a huge caldron with something thick and toxic simmering inside. I’m not stirring the pot. I don’t have any problems. I could care less if a cocky yeoman who out-ranks me raised his voice and was rude to me. I can promise you that rank rarely affects me and that I perform well in an argument under pressure. This was no exception. I don’t care who makes it to class next week. That’s the crux of the issue: one group thinks they should be excused from a trip to the range and another, much larger, group of people think that first group are a bunch of manipulative, sneaky, complainers who feel a sense on entitlement.
So that’s where I stand. I opened my mouth with a small amount of trust and was burned. I’m going to stick to talking to myself. I’m much happier that way.
posted by Jessica at 19:18
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