The First Two Weeks And Other Rantings…

It’s been about two weeks since I have checked onboard the ship and even though I want to happily report that everything is everything but I can’t.  I feel like I have stepped back into the Stone Age.  How can we as a Navy look so modern on the outside and then be so primitive on the inside?  I have to tell you, I’m so disappointed.  I was hoping the rumors would not be true but alas, here I am stuck on this mountain without working Internet.  I mean this is 2015 and I should not be having this conversation about a ship that’s less than ten years old…

Maybe I was expecting too much.  Let’s just forget about the Internet for a second and talk about the very first meal that I had on the ship.  I had a chunk of rib and a chicken patty.  Correction, I had hairy ribs and an ice cold chicken patty.  I could have possibly taken a chicken patty out of my freezer and served it up on a plate.  The other Sailors and I stood in these self serve lines that were ridiculously long because it is of course self serve and no one has the spirit of haste when they are mauling over the food trying to decide what to eat.  There’s only one word to describe the scene.  Disrespectful.  Better yet, that’s how three Sailors in line described the food service.  I made a promise to one of my mentors that I would at LEAST give the food onboard a chance.  Surprisingly, my mentor was a chief the last time he was eating aircraft carrier food so he wouldn’t have had to experience the junior enlisted side of the house anyway…

I had a Chief, scoff at the idea of standing in line for chow yesterday.  He already knew that it was beneath him and the food he was about to receive was going to be less than great.  How is this okay for us?  The common folks.  I’m sure their food isn’t any better taste wise but it’s all in the presentation.  If you serve shit on a dirty plate it’s unappealing.  If you serve shit on a pretty plate it’s a little bit more desirable…

I’m slowly finding my way around the ship.  I think I only took ten wrong turns last week versus the week before.  I think I am being forced to learn my way around quicker than normal because of the fact that the heads (toilets) aren’t working onboard in almost all of the spaces.  This is a story for another day because I don’t want to get into trouble with my real thoughts on this…

We had the Chiefs exam last week also.  It was freezing cold…so my feet, hands, and knees were numb.  It takes a lot for me to be cold so when I say I was freezing, I’m not exaggerating.  I was cold the first hour but by the second hour I just wanted the torture to be over.  Between the cold and the absolute bullshit questions, I wanted to take my lighter out my pocket and just burn the shit up.  I might have even warmed up for a hot second…

Time is moving along pretty fast so that means I will be getting underway soon.  My mental is like lets just go ahead and get this over with.  I have talked to my son about my pending underway time and his responses make me feel like he’s already disconnecting himself from the entire situation.  I took him to Walmart to get a calendar so that he could mark on it the days that I will be gone so he has some kind of idea of what’s going on. (He finally decided on a calendar and keeps asking to put the stickers on.  He doesn’t fully understand the significance of it yet but he will very soon.). He kept giving me the sad face when I would ask him which calendar did he want.  Everyone keeps telling me to take him to the ship so he can have an idea of what or where I would be…

I know I shouldn’t but I feel like I live a double life.  I don’t want to have my lives intersect yet.  Maybe once I’m okay with my own feelings then I can bring the kids onboard and let them see the shit hole I live in, as of right now, I just can’t.  Maybe I am being selfish a little but I like my home memories to be home memories.  I don’t want to remember how amazed he was to see the inside of a ship.  I don’t want those memories.  I want my family to stay locked away in a box while I’m gone.  I will pull them out once a week like I always do because I will miss them but I just won’t allow myself to miss them.  I made a mental checklist for what I need to get done sooner than later…

  1. Buy my toiletries and linens
  2. Pack and take my stuff onboard
  3. Buy extra food (be mindful of the sodium amounts)
  4. Pick up some Dramamine (as a precaution…it has been a while)
  5. Standby for official departure date
  6. Give all 3 girls my email address and have them send me a confirmation email

To be honest, I don’t what the point of this post is.  I’m writing to take my mind off of things.  I apologize for the post ahead of time.

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