Tag: Misawa Days
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footnotes
If I never mentioned my job here, it’s because I’m still trying to figure out what to make of it. The past couple months have been like a crash course in what supervising’s all about. They put me on a flight that’s had a lot of trouble pulling together in the past, and is still Read.
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weather report
Snow flurry tonight, hardly a dusting that didn’t stick. Roads were slick with snow that had melted and re-frozen. Read.
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promotion ceremony
373rd IG held a monthly promotion ceremony this afternoon. I’ve never been to one like this before. Actually, the only promotion ceremony I’ve ever been to was one for a co-worker who pinned on major; I’ve never seen promotions for airmen and NCOs celebrated like this, which is another crying shame. Once again, the turnout Read.
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Familiar Noodle
B and I went down to Familiar Noodle House at lunch time for big, steaming bowls of ramen. I get the idea that “Familiar Noodle House” lost a little in the translation, don’t you? But it’s right there on the flag over the counter, in English and katakana. When we came back, we got stopped Read.
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in the fight
I went to the Airman Leadership School graduation in the evening, a lot more fun that the Air Force Ball, but then about anything short of a root canal would have been, so I could have phrased it better. The 373rd IG was there in force, and it seemed like just about every one of Read.
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November Wrap-Up
Here’s a quick catch-up, to answer any questions you might have on what’s up with the O-Folk: We’re living on base in a pretty nice place, very new, lots of room, warm and dry. What more could a family want? I’ve got a job yelling at airmen, which keeps me pretty busy coz lots of Read.
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commander’s call
I did my PT this morning after the mid watch, and it sucked every bit as much as I thought it would. Mid watches are at least thirteen hours for me, because senior supervisors have to stay behind to brief the commander; rank hath its privileges. Everybody’s supposed to get flu shots today, but it Read.
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contractions
Petty Officer Franklin is an op on my crew who works eight-hour nights because she’s pregnant, so on mids she’ll mosey over to my desk at about two in the morning to tell me she’s going home for the night. Last night, though, she came over about ten-thirty. “Sgt O, if it’s all right with Read.
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hands on hips
MSgt Godwin came in with a big grump on tonight. SSgt Ursich is pretty good at reading his moods, and gave me the heads-up as soon as he saw Godwin. “Here he comes,” he said under his breath, “he’s got his hands on his hips and that look on his face.” Sure enough, we got Read.
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and now, time for the weather
We had another beautiful day today, although it did cloud over and get slightly cooler in the afternoon. It was also a day in which none of us had to rush off to an appointment or meeting or run a million errands and drop exhausted on the sofa when we came home late in the Read.
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