So after not getting into CRC the first week I was here I was back the following Saturday for a second shot at it. I got in, but barely. The rule is people showing up and trying to get in on stand-by (everyone that comes here from my company)signs in at 9am on Saturday morning and then find out if they got in at 5:45 that afternoon.
Well, apparently some back room deal was worked out between the Reservists running the show this past week and a different contracting company. These guys showed up at 2pm on Saturday (they even said this a few times) and mysteriously signed in on some sheet at 7:30 am. Well, we called them on this and the Reservists defended their actions but allowed 2 of the 6 from my company in. 2 of the other 4 guys have been here 4 weeks trying to get in! Anyways we were told they (the Reservists) were doing us a favor by letting us in and could kick us out for any reason...in other words be good boys and keep your mouth shut and do as you are told.
Well everything was going good until Monday morning when I found out my company hadn't sent in some memo. Shouldn't have been a problem getting it in by the Wednesday afternoon deadline as it is a standard thing. As an example there were 12 guys from another company that needed the same thing and they all had theirs by Tuesday afternoon. Guess who didn't have his and had to leave CRC Thursday morning because of that reason? You guessed it - me! The good thing is all my other requirements are done. But I still have to try and get back into CRC on saturday again.
Our first bus driver on Monday was driving me up the wall. Obviously born and raised in Columbus, GA she decided to give us a tour guides perspective on every single thing we passed on Fort Benning. Nice of her to do that but it was 6am and I hadn't had any coffee yet. Then up to this point in the Army I had never needed an Anthrax #6 shot. Had the first five...good to go. Apparently if you don't need shots they give you a 6th Anthrax shot just for fun.
Now Allison always tells me to stop being judgemental about people so just accept the fact that I am only trying to describe some of the civilians I have seen here so far. You have the homeboy with all the bling...necklaces, rings, big watch. Then you have the homies who still have not figured out what a belt is. You have the white dude who thinks he is Eminem (Not sure how to spell the idiot's stage name but you know the white repper I'm talking about). You have the dynamic dou...two really old guys who are faking not needing a walker to get around. You have the guy that looks like a really whacked out college professor with scruffy white hair and beard that he brushes with a cat brush (yeh, and I saw him doing that in the chow hall). But, not to leave out the Army, there were two that had to have a van drive them to the tent where you do a lot of training. The reason being...they had a walking profile and couldn't walk up the hill. The hill being about 175 yards long at a 2 degree incline.
As for the pictures. One is of my half of my room this past week. Each room has two bunk beds and four lockers. I lucked out and had the bottom bunk. The other picture is of the 34 foot jump towers that still look like they did when I went through Airborne school back in 1985.
