Late Night
Ugh. Just got back from seeing my OSO. But overall today was good (unlike yesterday's drunken emotional ramblings). Two good things happened to me:
I was at the library today and ran into an ex of mine. We haven't really talked since we broke up and she initiated contact (always good). We chatted for almost two hours. She's seeing a boy she's in love with, but we were still able to joke about our times together. Made me feel really good. Plus, she reminded me of a really fun night we had. mmm....gotta love the male visual memory. Fun times.
On top of that, it seems that since I aced my PFT, I've suddenly gained respect at my OSO's office. I walked in today, and was greeted with "Hey Mr. L!" from the Gunny ("Gunny" is short for Gunnery Sergeant, the third highest enlisted rank, an E-7). Later on, while talking to my OSO, the dialogue went something like this:
OSO: "Hey Gunny, aren't there new regs out for L?"
Gunny: (entering from the other room) "Yeah, there are. You're not married are you?"
Me: "Hell No!"
Gunny: "Not engaged?"
Me: "No."
Gunny: "Girlfriend?"
Me: "Well, up until about a week ago. We broke up."
Gunny: "Not gettin' back together with her are you?"
Me: "I don't think so, right now she's in Kentucky screwing some other guy."
Gunny: "Okay, that's cool."
Me: "I haven't really thought of it that way."
Gunny: "Well, we don't want any women messin' with your mind."
Me: (chuckling) "Don't worry about me, they always run after a month or two."
Gunny: "Oorah to that."
Me: "Aye, Gunny." (touch knuckles with the Gunny)
The OSO then explained. It seems that they had a guy who had to apply three times (he sucked at his PFT), finally, after a year and a half of trying, he finally got a 290 PFT, and got into OCS. He had been there three weeks (out of 10) when, while talking to his girlfriend on the phone, she said "it's me or the Marine Corps". He imediately DORed (Dropped On Request) and sped home to be with her. The OSO and the Gunny were understandably pissed about this. I just laughed...
But now I'm officially "contracted". In other words, I spent about three hours being fingerprinted, signing my name about 90 times, initialling about 50 times, and agreed to let the Marine Corps use me as cannon fodder if they wanted. Or, as they so eloquently put it, "As the needs of the service dictate." Tasty language. Now I'm locked in. If they really wanted to they could pull me out of school, put me through training and ship my ass to Iraq. Surreal ain't it?
I was at the library today and ran into an ex of mine. We haven't really talked since we broke up and she initiated contact (always good). We chatted for almost two hours. She's seeing a boy she's in love with, but we were still able to joke about our times together. Made me feel really good. Plus, she reminded me of a really fun night we had. mmm....gotta love the male visual memory. Fun times.
On top of that, it seems that since I aced my PFT, I've suddenly gained respect at my OSO's office. I walked in today, and was greeted with "Hey Mr. L!" from the Gunny ("Gunny" is short for Gunnery Sergeant, the third highest enlisted rank, an E-7). Later on, while talking to my OSO, the dialogue went something like this:
OSO: "Hey Gunny, aren't there new regs out for L?"
Gunny: (entering from the other room) "Yeah, there are. You're not married are you?"
Me: "Hell No!"
Gunny: "Not engaged?"
Me: "No."
Gunny: "Girlfriend?"
Me: "Well, up until about a week ago. We broke up."
Gunny: "Not gettin' back together with her are you?"
Me: "I don't think so, right now she's in Kentucky screwing some other guy."
Gunny: "Okay, that's cool."
Me: "I haven't really thought of it that way."
Gunny: "Well, we don't want any women messin' with your mind."
Me: (chuckling) "Don't worry about me, they always run after a month or two."
Gunny: "Oorah to that."
Me: "Aye, Gunny." (touch knuckles with the Gunny)
The OSO then explained. It seems that they had a guy who had to apply three times (he sucked at his PFT), finally, after a year and a half of trying, he finally got a 290 PFT, and got into OCS. He had been there three weeks (out of 10) when, while talking to his girlfriend on the phone, she said "it's me or the Marine Corps". He imediately DORed (Dropped On Request) and sped home to be with her. The OSO and the Gunny were understandably pissed about this. I just laughed...
But now I'm officially "contracted". In other words, I spent about three hours being fingerprinted, signing my name about 90 times, initialling about 50 times, and agreed to let the Marine Corps use me as cannon fodder if they wanted. Or, as they so eloquently put it, "As the needs of the service dictate." Tasty language. Now I'm locked in. If they really wanted to they could pull me out of school, put me through training and ship my ass to Iraq. Surreal ain't it?
