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Jan. 30th, 2003 05:38 pmOk, Ok, so as wordy and tedious my last post was, Upon re-reading it I realized that i somehow managed to leave out some of the more important facts of that night, and why that day was one of those days.
While I was down on the messdecks, trying to clean up all the smashed porcalin and scoop up all the Macaroni salad and keep Dolly from showing me her lack of pubic hair, I uncovered a large puddle of blood on the foreward table to the starboard. Not only was there a puddle of blood, but there was a jacket completly soaked in the stuff as well. This sent dolly into another rage for some reason, and there was more fury from her.
So the next morning it turns out that the master chief whooped Mr. Nude Hawaii '77's ass. Now the master chief is a slight little fellow, and MNH'77 is a strapping ex-boxer with each of his pecs as big as one of my my buttocks. Arms the size of my thighs...You don't get crowned MNH'77 for nothing ya know...Thisgs are still a little unsettled, but it seems that they got into it and the master chief just wiped the pier with MNH'77's face. Broke his ankle, blackened his eyes. Split his lips. And then rubbed the salt from the Salt pier into his wounds.
That is part of the reason that the BOSS flew down. To take care of business, straighten things out, and get to the bottom of who trashed the Mess decks. (I missed a couple of spots...)
So the BOSS was here all day yesterday, and today he was interrogating everyone. But the thing of it is that this kid BOSS, he is actually a new hire to be the assistant Marine Manager. Young ring banger from king's point, this Kid BOSS has shied away from me for some reqason. He has been dispacthed to the ship for inquisitions in the past, and hasn't interrogated me before. And he wasn't going to interrogate me this time neither. But like I said, I am leaving this ship soon and I got nothing to lose, so I called him into the ward room and laid my cards on the table. I told him that the Craptain is full of it and i would sign a vote of no confidence in a heartbeat. I ratted him out, I tattled, I stuck up for the crewmembers that have been unjustly vilified by this man, and I spilled the beans on some of the folks I like, but have contributed to the current problems (see: Mr. Nude Hawaii '77, AKA California's mole...) Yes I violated one of the most sacred rules of seamanship; namely, what happens on the ship, stays on the ship. But he was here, and he was on the ship and I really don't want the ship to go to seed. Not on my watch I don't. Not on MY watch.
I feel dirty and lousy. I have been behaving like a sneak and a manipulative sumbitch. But then again, another of the most sacred rules is: Anything for the good of the ship. (just like spock in the radiation chamber shutting down the dilithium crystals or whatever the fuck he was doing so he could kill himself off for the rejuvination in the sequel.) And so i feel like a slime bucket, but I got the distinct impression that my forthrightness and ernest honesty may have been the straw on the corprate back.
(the library is closing in five minutes...Fuggin' OLD people!)
After i finished my tirade and all, he stood up and THANKED me for my "candor" (Nobody else has been willing to be so blunt, saltdog...) And then he said that i need to be paitent because "I can see that there needs to be at least three changes made, but we can't make them all at once"
I am Jack's inflated ego. I am getting people FIRED. or at least i am HELPING. Heh, I'm Helping!
Library is now closed...Please bring your books to the circulation desk...
FUCK. I wanted to write about the re-bar girl. And now i am just going to have to go buy a bottle of whiskey and start hitch-hiking back to the ship instead.
While I was down on the messdecks, trying to clean up all the smashed porcalin and scoop up all the Macaroni salad and keep Dolly from showing me her lack of pubic hair, I uncovered a large puddle of blood on the foreward table to the starboard. Not only was there a puddle of blood, but there was a jacket completly soaked in the stuff as well. This sent dolly into another rage for some reason, and there was more fury from her.
So the next morning it turns out that the master chief whooped Mr. Nude Hawaii '77's ass. Now the master chief is a slight little fellow, and MNH'77 is a strapping ex-boxer with each of his pecs as big as one of my my buttocks. Arms the size of my thighs...You don't get crowned MNH'77 for nothing ya know...Thisgs are still a little unsettled, but it seems that they got into it and the master chief just wiped the pier with MNH'77's face. Broke his ankle, blackened his eyes. Split his lips. And then rubbed the salt from the Salt pier into his wounds.
That is part of the reason that the BOSS flew down. To take care of business, straighten things out, and get to the bottom of who trashed the Mess decks. (I missed a couple of spots...)
So the BOSS was here all day yesterday, and today he was interrogating everyone. But the thing of it is that this kid BOSS, he is actually a new hire to be the assistant Marine Manager. Young ring banger from king's point, this Kid BOSS has shied away from me for some reqason. He has been dispacthed to the ship for inquisitions in the past, and hasn't interrogated me before. And he wasn't going to interrogate me this time neither. But like I said, I am leaving this ship soon and I got nothing to lose, so I called him into the ward room and laid my cards on the table. I told him that the Craptain is full of it and i would sign a vote of no confidence in a heartbeat. I ratted him out, I tattled, I stuck up for the crewmembers that have been unjustly vilified by this man, and I spilled the beans on some of the folks I like, but have contributed to the current problems (see: Mr. Nude Hawaii '77, AKA California's mole...) Yes I violated one of the most sacred rules of seamanship; namely, what happens on the ship, stays on the ship. But he was here, and he was on the ship and I really don't want the ship to go to seed. Not on my watch I don't. Not on MY watch.
I feel dirty and lousy. I have been behaving like a sneak and a manipulative sumbitch. But then again, another of the most sacred rules is: Anything for the good of the ship. (just like spock in the radiation chamber shutting down the dilithium crystals or whatever the fuck he was doing so he could kill himself off for the rejuvination in the sequel.) And so i feel like a slime bucket, but I got the distinct impression that my forthrightness and ernest honesty may have been the straw on the corprate back.
(the library is closing in five minutes...Fuggin' OLD people!)
After i finished my tirade and all, he stood up and THANKED me for my "candor" (Nobody else has been willing to be so blunt, saltdog...) And then he said that i need to be paitent because "I can see that there needs to be at least three changes made, but we can't make them all at once"
I am Jack's inflated ego. I am getting people FIRED. or at least i am HELPING. Heh, I'm Helping!
Library is now closed...Please bring your books to the circulation desk...
FUCK. I wanted to write about the re-bar girl. And now i am just going to have to go buy a bottle of whiskey and start hitch-hiking back to the ship instead.
