u/KappaPiSig

Tagged as a challenge, because it creates a challenge for me.

When you have 20 seconds between stations, seeing little dots moving around for 15 of the 20 seconds on the video board doesn’t help me get ready for my next station. When I’m gassed I can’t remember what we’re doing on the next station and I don’t know if I’m standing or prone or if I need 18 pounds or 33 pounds.

F45 gods, please just tell me to move and then show me the video of what I’m supposed to do at the next station so I can get ready.

I just need to vent somewhere that appreciates this. My last day in the reserve was May 1st and since getting out I’ve had two of the most chiefly interactions I’ve ever had with chiefs.

I fly a lot for work. Today I get on a plane and some guy has a backpack that is taking up most of an overhead bin, I ask if I can move it across the aisle so I can get my roll aboard in and not stow it five rows behind me. Dude lets me have it with a little tantrum that concludes with “don’t touch my shit pal.” Alright, whatever, let’s just get home.

At this point, I have no idea the guy is a chief, but the whole plane is about to find out, because as soon as we take off he gets on WiFi and starts an obnoxiously loud phone call on WhatsApp about how he has to work with the rest of the chiefs mess to straighten out a bunch of lazy sailors on his boat in Kings Bay. The gratuitous f bombs really prove to me this guy is the real deal. Gets in an argument with the flight attendants when they ask him to get off the phone. I see him ordering shots at the airport bar after we get off the plane in a non hub, final destination kind of airport.

But he wasn’t the first! Last week, flying home from vacation, baby, wife and me. We have paid seats. All in the bulkhead row, baby window, wife middle, me aisle. I forgot to take my name off of the upgrade list, and because of my work travel I’ve got decent status, I get upgraded. Shoot. No problem, I’ll trade with someone, surely they’ll take a first class seat away from a potentially screaming baby.

Nope, not this guy. He had the cute little belly and the hat with three anchors, you know the one. Before I can even ask him about a switch, or offer him my seat in first class, he starts commanding me out of his seat. I try again to make an offer to keep the family together and help my wife with the baby, but he responds with a rant about how he’s entitled to the best seat on the plane and I should have planned better.

So I sent my wife to first class and battled him for the arm rest the entire flight. He did realize his mistake when my wife went two rows forward and sat down, but he was too proud to admit it.

That’s it. That’s the rant. It’s good to be out. 🫡