Stripes
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I got locked up today, at the position of attention, and was then 'counseled' on various things of military persuasion. It didn't feel very good, and I really didn't appreciate being belittled in that way. I guess that's the army. But I thought I was past the whole basic training environ. Maybe they had a point, but I ceased seeing the point a few years back. I guess I'll focus on being here to do my job as a glorified Private. I always believed I made a better specialist then a Sergeant, mostly because I prefer taking orders then giving them. An incident happened in my room that I shouldn't talk about, especially online, but it was brought to my attention of how I should have handled the situation as the ranking person in the room instead of how I ended up handling it, by trying to ignore it. Believe it or not, I'm not very confrontational in the real world, I'm much more elequent (yes, I know I mispelled that) on paper and in writing, I'm not good at saying what's on my mind under pressure. I need time to think about it, clear it up in my head what I am going to say. Meaning I'm a good debater online, but a sucky one in the real world. The problem with the Stripes is that sometimes you have to take the initiative to make the hard choices, to confront issues that need to be confronted and be firm in those decisions. That's sometimes easier said then done, especially if you don't get along with your roommates. There are a few things that my roommates do that drive me nuts, and I know there are some things that I do that drive them nuts. I try to be as non-intrusive as possible, by putting on my headphones or earplugs when they played their music or talked a little loudly for my liking or what not. If I did something that bothered them, I made an extra effort not to do it anymore (like my love affair with the Snooze Button on my alarm clock). It annoys me that when they do the same thing, it is ok, but if I do it suddenly I'm disrespecting them. So something serious happened, I talked about it, and now I'm the knark. Because I didn't do it properly. I didn't know how to handle it. I should have voiced my opinions on the matter a long time ago and I didn't. This is going to be a rough year if I can't get along with this other girl in my room. And I don't think I'm willing to give any more on the matter. I guess I need to stop taking the crap and start acting like an NCO. Problem is, I'd rather ignore the problem.
Posted by Erickson on 7:33 AM : (((
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