After spending a year proof-reading Civil Engineering documents, I was assigned to a new position -- but still in the 850th Comm Squadron. At least I moved out of the condemned building to the much nicer building 300.
The reassignment coincided with my promotion to Captain. Just a quick side story here: during my very small promotion ceremony, I had my wife and my manager from building 618, Ms Martin, pin on my new rank. I think the squadron commander assumed he would be one of the people pinning on my rank, since, you know, it's such an honor to have a moron of a leader do that. I regret that I did not have a camera to capture the look on his face when I had my wife and Ms Martin do the honors -- it was like I just kicked his puppy.
My new job title was Chief of Long-Term GPS Sustainment. Sounds important, right? Almost sounds cool. Once again, don't judge a book by its cover... I swear, this was a bullshit position that had to have been just pulled out of someone's ass for some reason.
I didn't do shit. For another entire year. Oh, I attended meetings and prepared reports and all the usual bullshit, but my staff and I were bored stupid. I tried to keep my sergeants entertained by sending them to training or to conduct inspections of the various facilities under our purview, but it just wasn't enough. One sergeant took to donating blood regularly just for something to do. I volunteered to be the communications representative on the base Disaster Control Group. Yeah, you know it's bad when you find yourself volunteering for shit like that.
It was during this year, maybe a little earlier, that I decided to get the fuck out of the Air Force. I just couldn't comprehend stomaching another craptactular assignment. Don't get me wrong, the Air Force provided me with a great education and opportunities that I otherwise would not have had, but this succession of shitty, non-IT jobs was killing me.
Fortunately, the right things started to happen at the right time. My wife got a really good assignment offered to her in a location that there was no way in hell I'd get a join spouse to. Done and done. My five year commitment was finished in June 2000. I'm out of the Air Force.
Now, where the hell are we going and what the fuck am I supposed to do now?
The reassignment coincided with my promotion to Captain. Just a quick side story here: during my very small promotion ceremony, I had my wife and my manager from building 618, Ms Martin, pin on my new rank. I think the squadron commander assumed he would be one of the people pinning on my rank, since, you know, it's such an honor to have a moron of a leader do that. I regret that I did not have a camera to capture the look on his face when I had my wife and Ms Martin do the honors -- it was like I just kicked his puppy.
My new job title was Chief of Long-Term GPS Sustainment. Sounds important, right? Almost sounds cool. Once again, don't judge a book by its cover... I swear, this was a bullshit position that had to have been just pulled out of someone's ass for some reason.
I didn't do shit. For another entire year. Oh, I attended meetings and prepared reports and all the usual bullshit, but my staff and I were bored stupid. I tried to keep my sergeants entertained by sending them to training or to conduct inspections of the various facilities under our purview, but it just wasn't enough. One sergeant took to donating blood regularly just for something to do. I volunteered to be the communications representative on the base Disaster Control Group. Yeah, you know it's bad when you find yourself volunteering for shit like that.
It was during this year, maybe a little earlier, that I decided to get the fuck out of the Air Force. I just couldn't comprehend stomaching another craptactular assignment. Don't get me wrong, the Air Force provided me with a great education and opportunities that I otherwise would not have had, but this succession of shitty, non-IT jobs was killing me.
Fortunately, the right things started to happen at the right time. My wife got a really good assignment offered to her in a location that there was no way in hell I'd get a join spouse to. Done and done. My five year commitment was finished in June 2000. I'm out of the Air Force.
Now, where the hell are we going and what the fuck am I supposed to do now?
