Holiday Blues

We just returned from Mike's Labor Day party and I am drained. I dozed in the truck on the way back home, and am still finding it hard to keep my eyes open. We drank beer, ate deep fried turkey breast, oriental cole slaw, potato salad, and calico beans. It was very good, I'm just exhausted now and can't muster the energy to do much of anything. I've been thinking about the training revolution article, but haven't been able to give it too much thought today. I've been busy socialising.

The blues come tomorrow when I have to go back to work. I've enjoyed the three day weekend. I just don't enjoy the Monday Squared on Tuesday when you go back to work. I know there are going to be a lot of grouchy people when I go back to work, and I'm not looking forward to it. I just hope tomorrow is pretty uneventful. I have to beef up and resubmit MAC Tretchler's award and send it back up the chain, although I'm not holding my breath that it will get approved. CDR McMillan just doesn't like to give out awards for some reason. It's his prerogative, but that doesn't mean that he's making the best decision with it. Sailors need incentives to do their jobs. You can't give a sailor more money on your own, but you can give him or her awards that count towards advancement points which, if advanced, does mean more money. That and one command out of MANY not giving awards because people have to go way above and beyond the call of duty while every other command is handing them out like candy somewhat demeans the efforts of the sailors at our command. Their friends and colleagues are walking away with awards for working less. I know they have become candy that is just doled out, but once you set the precedent, it's important to keep it going.

Hopefully nothing much will go on tomorrow and I can sit down and try to get some stuff done. I have class tomorrow night, for which I've done all of my reading but one article. I expected that I could read it tomorrow and not have to worry about it, so I decided to wait until tomorrow to read it. I hope class is good tomorrow night. I'm just annoyed that I have to raise my voice to get a word in edge-wise. Typically I don't speak up in these classes, but when I do, I would like for people to listen to me.

Heather called me and told me that her house was broken into this weekend. They had just gotten a new stereo sorround sound system that Clint won for being employee of the month that got stolen--well the speakers, but not the receiver. They also stole some speakers and the playstation 2, but none of the games, nor any of their computer stuff. They also took the wooden bar they used to hold the sliding glass door closed. Sounds strange to me!

Hopefully tomorrow at work won't be bad, and I can get some sleep and relax a little tonight. Wish me luck!