Welcome back me. Been gone but never lost... for the time being. The itch has returned and so here I am, in my degenerative finest. I recently started working a 9 to 5. Let me say that again, I recently started working a 9 to 5. Please lift your brow and stop shaking your head, its not what you think. I work/volunteer for a non-profit company that helps out other Vets like myself obtain the benefits they are eligible for that they may not be aware of. Mind you this is a pilot program that was initiated by California governor Edmond Brown for whatever reason. I've never spoken with the dude so his intentions will not be discussed here. Now as a part of my job duties I am required to keep a journal, as this is a program that is first of its kind. I've been working for 3 weeks and I have yet to write in my journal (they even issued us one of those black and white wide ruled composition books we have all owned at some point or seen) and I have chosen to do so here. Probably against some rule but if you know me well enough, rules never apply to me.
I'm going to try and keep this short because I can get on a soap box that would leave Danica Patrick in her GoDaddy dust if I so desired, in relation to this particular topic. Now keep in mind Im at the bottom floor of this project which does not bother me. So its the typical bullshit, what looks good on paper does not actually mean it is going to work in real time. As in most scenarios the powers that be fail to grasp this concept. They draw it up as they see fit and expect the outcome to be the same as it was written down in their assistant's notepad. Well as in most endeavors akin to this particular philosophy, this rarely turns out to be the case. So essentially there is a pretty big disconnect between the top floor, where the executives reside and the bottom floor where the entry level employees (ground pounders as I like to refer to them) carry out the mission.
With that said lets get to what I am tasked to do in accordance to my position, without getting into any specifics; I'm not trying to kick anybody down the stairs from the top floor. I have been given a task that I am absolutely sure looks great on paper. But wait, we (insert assistants name here) left out a few "minor" details that hinder me, the dot on a map, from doing the job I have been tasked with. I do what any trained military veteran is trained to do (Marines at least) adapt and overcome. That is where oh sweet irony slaps you in the face and deja vu yanks on your pant leg. See on the bottom floor are all veterans so all we know is adapting and overcoming no matter how poorly designed the mission has been constructed. I remember one time, I wont name any names or places, but the order was given to make a flanking maneuver with first and second platoon on opposite sides of the enemy; I wont get into details but we ended up in a 3 hour firefight that resulted in a lot of blue on blue injuries to say the least. So back to the here and now, in my scenario we are dealing with the lives of humans who have completed their military obligation and would abhor the idea of a 3 hour firefight. Well done top floor!
I will continue to play the game until I get up to that top floor and I can slap dummies and close that disconnect between the top and bottom floor.
Peaces and Creases
