I don’t normally bash the Air Force on this blog…I guess I was just saving everything up for after I retire, but I really need to get this down in print because it is utterly dumbfounding.
The following words actually came out of my commander’s mouth at a meeting today:
“blah, blah, blah…It has also come to my attention that some people are turning to alcohol to cope with stress…blah, blah, blah.”
Really? You’re fucking kidding me.
How out of touch with your people do you have to be to not know that any earlier? Well I hate to be the one to break this to you Sir, but this job fucking blows. I can’t believe you don’t know that. I get drunk damn near every day just so I don’t go a bloody fucking murderous rampage. My six bosses give me eighteen hours worth of work to do every fucking day. Then I’m expected to hand hold and babysit 111 fucking adults that work for you. Well excuse the fuck out of me if I want to tie one on after my daily ass rape.
The military culture of “I’m going to tell the boss whatever he wants to hear” only goes so far. You’re the fucking boss. Pull your fucking head out.
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Bob,
ReplyDeleteGet a notebook.
You've got to be taking notes for a military Dilbert version somewhere down the road.
R,
C