Welcome to the Shaft

So. How many of you window lickers out there have seen the movie "Jarhead"? It's pretty funny since it portrays the side of the Marine Corps that isn't the poster-boy bullshit you see on the recruiting commercials or those goddamned annoying Toys for Tots charity runs they do during the Christmas season. The title on the Jarhead movie poster says "Welcome to the Suck". Well, the title for this place should be "Welcome to the Shaft" and if any of you goddamned fart sniffers out there have been paying attention to this blog, I've got yet another reason to add to this place - yes, more tales of mismanagement by Wonder Woman. Fucking Christ kids. It's all I ask for - some competence. You don't have to be a fucking genius by any stretch of the imagination but at the very least know what the fuck you're doing. And if you don't know, THEN ASK. Is that so difficult? I do it all the time when I don't know the answer to something - there is no shame in admitting you need to learn - Life is a continual learning process so don't let your fucking pride get in the way or your fucking incompetence. Do the right thing you ass-fuck. Anycase we had just about everyone and their brother out of the office today because people approved their leave requests and didn't project the manpower for all the shit that's been popping up. It's one thing to have some random hair-on-fire bullshit tasking drop down out of nowhere, and it's another thing to KNOW that this is going to be a busy month for us all AND STILL cut us off at the knees. Wonder Woman did exactly that when she approved the leave schedule for the next 2 months. Out of the blue, DORK and I have to pull the workload of 5 people. While I won't get too detailed as to what it involved (I don't want any of you fuckers putting 2 + 2 together and figuring out where it is I work exactly) I will say that without us doing our part, planes don't fly. Period. The people normally responsible for ensuring this happening were out fucking off, with 1 finger up their nose and their thumb up their ass. When Wonder Woman asked me today to cover the shop with Dork, I just looked at her and said "I've already got a full schedule this week" and walked off. I'm still pissed at her for fucking me over with the stand-by schedule. And sure enough, she left Dork all alone by himself to do the brunt of the work. I went out and took care of my business first and then when I was done I returned and helped him out. We fucking tag-teamed the shit and got the job done. If it's one thing I've learned about the military, leadership will ask you to take up the slack in a heartbeat at the expense of fulfilling your responsibilities and then wonder why it is you're running behind on something and get pissed. Fucking cause and effect. Every time Wonder Woman pulls this shit it makes me wanna hide in the janitor's closet with my Game Boy and my MP3 player. There's a lock on the door and nobody ever thinks about looking in there. I can hide out there every time some bullshit like this happens, using the excuse that I need to do a "Safety Check" of the installation. Dork seems to be a pretty good guy and I hate to see him getting fucked over like this, however if he isn't smart enough to get out of the bullshit then he gets what he deserves. I can only wonder what he thinks of all of this.