Well, we're nearing the halfway mark for this damn deployment, and tensions are already running high. People are acting like dumbasses, and have been since our first port visit. That figures.
Rumors about the future are getting everyone down, too. Looks like we're in for an interesting schedule when we return, too... Welcome to working 7 days a week, all the time. Maybe even 18 on/6 off/no downtime during the holidays in '09. Somebody pass the Zofran, that thought's nauseating me.
Same deal, every day. Get up at 0600, eat a thoroughly unsatisfying breakfast of cold waffles and friggin' Froot Loops (what's wrong with frosted Mini-wheats or corn flakes or something, eh?). Go on watch until 1900. At 1900, spend an hour or two doing turnover, go PT, get a shower, hit the rack at 2200. Catch 8 hours of fitful sleep on an iron (but thankfully fire-resistant!) slab. Do it again. Gah, I need some kind of break, already. I'd be happy just phase-wrapping around to the night shift, but that's not gonna happen either. It's been arbitrarily decreed that I remain on days. Ugh.
Ugh. More. I'm not sure I have another 18 months of this crap in me.