Mindf*ck

So the sergeant had a little fun with us today. We had been having a swim class (not with him, but he was there) and he made us a little bet afterwards. He said he hadn't been happy with our common jobs but that is we were able to get changed in 9 minutes we would not have to have an extra inspection tonight.

We should have known there would be a catch.

Our first indication that there was something wrong was when all the girls finished changing and none of the guys were out of the change room.

Our second indication was the smile on the Sergeant's face.

"Oh well, look at that!" (You have to imagine the thick quebecois accent). "It's always the girls that are change first. Why is it that the guys they always take so long?"

I think it might have had something to do with the fact that the other instructors on duty today went and mixed everything up in the guys locker room while we were swimming. At least all the stuff that no one had locked up like they were supposed to. Which was at least half of it.

So, we had "inspection" tonight. At first it was just beds, so that wasn't too bad. Then we had 5 minutes to get a pair of civy running shoes from each person and bring them to the elevator room (which connects the two rooms of our platoon to the elevator and stairs) and put them in our linen bin. That part was easy. Then they got dumped in a pile and got tied randomly together and we had 5 min to get them all back to everyone's room. On the windowsill. You know, just for fun.

It wasn't too bad. We got it done. So of course they had to come up with something else. 3 min to get our small hand towels and a green t-shirt and put them in the big bin. No problem. Tossing them all together and trying to separate and get them all back to their owners, not so much. (Of course, everything is supposed to be labelled - remember that first weekend?). It didn't work so we had to try again. This time I had a plan, which helped so we were closer, but still no deal. Third time was the charm so we got to move on to the next activity of the night.

Change Parade. I had been having not such a bad time. It was kind of a fun game even if it was an annoying waste of time. And I had been thinking "at least it's not change parade."

Sigh. Change parade is when we have to change into whatever they tell us, and get our butts down to wherever they say in X amount of time. In this case it was gym shorts and t-shirts down by our lockers in 6 minutes. Then it was back up to change into combats with tac vest and helmet and get back down in 10 min. Ladies and gentlemen, I am SO glad we live on the 5th floor instead of the 8th.

In any case, it is now late. And I have a real inspection in the morning so I should go get ready for it. Tomorrow might be rough. I was course senior today and am again tomorrow, so I have extra work and am running on no sleep. I can't wait until the weekend! If we get it off...

Oh yeah and I got a terrible haircut and might be getting sick. Oh for the army life! Lol

Peace out. ;)
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