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Those Tomahawk missiles don't pay for themselves.Johnnie wrote: ↑Mon Aug 01, 2022 9:58 am Not so fun fun fact you may not know. Overseas military installations have slot machines on them. They're at base clubs and other areas.
And apparently, they earn $100 million a year from service members overseas
Not new...The Sybian wrote: ↑Mon Aug 01, 2022 10:15 amThose Tomahawk missiles don't pay for themselves.Johnnie wrote: ↑Mon Aug 01, 2022 9:58 am Not so fun fun fact you may not know. Overseas military installations have slot machines on them. They're at base clubs and other areas.
And apparently, they earn $100 million a year from service members overseas
EDT: Defector, not Deadspin!Reader Barry sends in this story I call TOP DUMP:
When I was enlisted in the Air Force a few years ago, I was testing to become a staff sergeant. For readers who don’t know, if you want to be promoted to any of the sergeant ranks, not only are you evaluated on your job performance and time in service, you need to pass a test. Since this was my first time testing, I spent months studying the material so I could pass and become that hip young sergeant who was going to make a difference for his troops. The test was on a Tuesday morning at 0800 and was broken down into two parts, each part 100 questions long. Since I’d studied so much, I flew through the first part of the test, feeling confident that I was going to be promoted. Since I had time to spare, I decided to go grab breakfast before having to come back for the second half. I stop at the Burger King on base not far from the testing center and order some greasy breakfast sandwich, hash browns and a drink. I inhale the food and head back for part two.
The first indication that something was wrong was about five minutes before we were to resume. I started to feel some bubbling in my stomach, but thought it was maybe just nerves. Part two of the test starts, and away I go. One thing I forgot to mention is that once the test starts, you can’t leave the room and come back, so to avoid any cheating during the test. At question 24, my stomach begins making sounds reserved for whales during mating season. I try to focus on the test, hoping the feeling in my stomach will subside long enough to let me finish. But by question 50-something, my stomach is at DEFCON 5. My face is covered in sweat, I am trying everything to keep from shitting myself so I can finish this test and leave. By this point, I am half-reading the questions and just filling what I think is the best answer. I remember at one point looking out the door and seeing the latrine across the hall, taunting me. Finally, by question 70, I couldn’t take it anymore. I randomly filled in multiple choice answers for the last 30 questions, quickly handed in the test, and waddled out the room to the latrine. I felt like I lost five lbs. in there, but I was just happy to make it to the toilet.
Fast forward to a few weeks later, when the results of the promotion testing is released. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t make the cutoff for promotion, and would have to study and re-test again the next year. Out of curiosity, I looked to see how much I missed the cutoff by, and it was by four points. Screw you, Burger King.
Hm. The fact that he thinks DEFCON 5 is the bad end of the scale may explain something here.sancarlos wrote: ↑Thu Sep 08, 2022 3:10 pm Johnnie, I don't know if you subscribe to Deadspin, so in case you do not, I am posting this for your amusement. It is from Drew Magary's jambaroo column today.
Reader Barry sends in this story I call TOP DUMP:
When I was enlisted in the Air Force a few years ago, I was testing to become a staff sergeant. For readers who don’t know, if you want to be promoted to any of the sergeant ranks, not only are you evaluated on your job performance and time in service, you need to pass a test. Since this was my first time testing, I spent months studying the material so I could pass and become that hip young sergeant who was going to make a difference for his troops. The test was on a Tuesday morning at 0800 and was broken down into two parts, each part 100 questions long. Since I’d studied so much, I flew through the first part of the test, feeling confident that I was going to be promoted. Since I had time to spare, I decided to go grab breakfast before having to come back for the second half. I stop at the Burger King on base not far from the testing center and order some greasy breakfast sandwich, hash browns and a drink. I inhale the food and head back for part two.
The first indication that something was wrong was about five minutes before we were to resume. I started to feel some bubbling in my stomach, but thought it was maybe just nerves. Part two of the test starts, and away I go. One thing I forgot to mention is that once the test starts, you can’t leave the room and come back, so to avoid any cheating during the test. At question 24, my stomach begins making sounds reserved for whales during mating season. I try to focus on the test, hoping the feeling in my stomach will subside long enough to let me finish. But by question 50-something, my stomach is at DEFCON 5. My face is covered in sweat, I am trying everything to keep from shitting myself so I can finish this test and leave. By this point, I am half-reading the questions and just filling what I think is the best answer. I remember at one point looking out the door and seeing the latrine across the hall, taunting me. Finally, by question 70, I couldn’t take it anymore. I randomly filled in multiple choice answers for the last 30 questions, quickly handed in the test, and waddled out the room to the latrine. I felt like I lost five lbs. in there, but I was just happy to make it to the toilet.
Fast forward to a few weeks later, when the results of the promotion testing is released. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t make the cutoff for promotion, and would have to study and re-test again the next year. Out of curiosity, I looked to see how much I missed the cutoff by, and it was by four points. Screw you, Burger King.
He should have studied harder.Steve of phpBB wrote: ↑Thu Sep 08, 2022 3:12 pmHm. The fact that he thinks DEFCON 5 is the bad end of the scale may explain something here.
That's Yellow Submarine, sort of?Johnnie wrote: ↑Tue Sep 20, 2022 3:22 pm The Space Force has a new official jingle. It's not too bad.
https://www.dvidshub.net/video/857934/u ... icial-song
I'm sure there are more weird requirements in the military, but there is a lot of bullshit in the private sector, too. Every job I've ever had required me to work late nights or weekends on little or no notice and I've never had a job that paid overtime. I've also had a lot of weird rules or requirements. It might be better out here, but there is still lots of bullshit in the civilian world, all depends on your manager and the company you work for. The law firm I worked at while my wife was pregnant and the first year of my son's life was the worst. The partner I primarily worked with was a bit scattered or overwhelmed, and would constantly run up against litigation deadlines. I'd be walking out the door at the end of the day and he'd came running after me screaming that a brief or motion is due tomorrow and he needed my help. My wife would call or text every 30 minutes for an update, and sometimes we'd be there until 2:00 am.Johnnie wrote: ↑Tue Oct 25, 2022 3:07 pm One of the recurring mini-arguments my wife, friend, and I get into every once in a while is how the civilian and military workforce are 'similar' (to them, not me) with shitty "work" things. They currently work at Raytheon.
I'll say something like "It really sucked to have to stay late at work when you aren't getting overtime and you don't know when you can leave. Impromptu 12-14 hour shifts are awful."
And I'll get the "Well it's like that in the civilian sector too! We can only bank so much PTO and overtime isn't authorized unless..." And my eyes glaze over because I cannot effectively communicate the culture of the military that's intertwined with such a shitty work existence.
So, I say that to say, commanders have too much broad authority and could, comparatively, be worse than so many civilian bosses. Like this Army one: Commander Bans Army-Issued Warm, Comfy Fleece Jacket As Winter Approaches
It's going to be cold on a field exercise in Korea at this time of year. And there's no HR to complain to for such a fucking idiotic decision, but the entire battalion now has to suffer because of this commander's preference in outerwear. That's roughly 300-1,000 people.
This happens in the AF too. So glad I'm retired.
Well, shit, Syb. Now I feel guilty.The Sybian wrote: ↑Tue Oct 25, 2022 8:59 pmThe partner I primarily worked with was a bit scattered or overwhelmed, and would constantly run up against litigation deadlines. I'd be walking out the door at the end of the day and he'd came running after me screaming that a brief or motion is due tomorrow and he needed my help. My wife would call or text every 30 minutes for an update, and sometimes we'd be there until 2:00 am.
A simple "thank you" would have been nice.Steve of phpBB wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 10:58 amWell, shit, Syb. Now I feel guilty.The Sybian wrote: ↑Tue Oct 25, 2022 8:59 pmThe partner I primarily worked with was a bit scattered or overwhelmed, and would constantly run up against litigation deadlines. I'd be walking out the door at the end of the day and he'd came running after me screaming that a brief or motion is due tomorrow and he needed my help. My wife would call or text every 30 minutes for an update, and sometimes we'd be there until 2:00 am.
You got your paycheck, didn't you?The Sybian wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 11:31 amA simple "thank you" would have been nice.Steve of phpBB wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 10:58 amWell, shit, Syb. Now I feel guilty.The Sybian wrote: ↑Tue Oct 25, 2022 8:59 pmThe partner I primarily worked with was a bit scattered or overwhelmed, and would constantly run up against litigation deadlines. I'd be walking out the door at the end of the day and he'd came running after me screaming that a brief or motion is due tomorrow and he needed my help. My wife would call or text every 30 minutes for an update, and sometimes we'd be there until 2:00 am.
Yup, wasn't worth dealing with the partner's lack of organizational skills. Great guy otherwise and a really good lawyer, just would have been nice to have a heads up on major motion deadlines.Steve of phpBB wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 11:34 amYou got your paycheck, didn't you?The Sybian wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 11:31 amA simple "thank you" would have been nice.Steve of phpBB wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 10:58 amWell, shit, Syb. Now I feel guilty.The Sybian wrote: ↑Tue Oct 25, 2022 8:59 pmThe partner I primarily worked with was a bit scattered or overwhelmed, and would constantly run up against litigation deadlines. I'd be walking out the door at the end of the day and he'd came running after me screaming that a brief or motion is due tomorrow and he needed my help. My wife would call or text every 30 minutes for an update, and sometimes we'd be there until 2:00 am.
The funny thing is, because my organizational skills suck, I rely on my associates to keep up on deadlines for me.The Sybian wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 11:41 amYup, wasn't worth dealing with the partner's lack of organizational skills. Great guy otherwise and a really good lawyer, just would have been nice to have a heads up on major motion deadlines.Steve of phpBB wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 11:34 amYou got your paycheck, didn't you?The Sybian wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 11:31 amA simple "thank you" would have been nice.Steve of phpBB wrote: ↑Wed Oct 26, 2022 10:58 amWell, shit, Syb. Now I feel guilty.The Sybian wrote: ↑Tue Oct 25, 2022 8:59 pmThe partner I primarily worked with was a bit scattered or overwhelmed, and would constantly run up against litigation deadlines. I'd be walking out the door at the end of the day and he'd came running after me screaming that a brief or motion is due tomorrow and he needed my help. My wife would call or text every 30 minutes for an update, and sometimes we'd be there until 2:00 am.
That just triggered me. Lol. At my first base as a lowly lower enlisted around the crusty old guys I was lamenting just how much manual labor and being sent to do other people's jobs was necessary each day and my boss held up a hand (like he was telling me to stop) and straight said, "Let me know when you don't get paid."
Did she just spam it with pictures of me to fix it? j/k
