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Baby's First Crow.

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Barracks life.

Evaluation #1

Who Knew

Enlisted Customer Service Representative, Medsurg Ward
Naval Hospital Bremerton

Transition

View from the seventh deck of Naval Hospital Bremerton.

As I move through the indoctrination phase of my staff check-in procedures here at the hospital, I'm slowly but surely feeling the sense of settling creeping in.

I'm becoming a little more familiar with navigating the hospital, and the relaxed atmosphere puts me at ease after having just came from two training commands upon entry into the military, where all I did was serve as the receiving end of being force-fed information and get yelled at by higher-ups.

The area, after some exploring, is becoming familiar, as well, albeit still limited. My appreciation for my new setting increases more and more as the area unfolds and I discover more of its territories and natural majesties, but this is only limited to what I can find in the daytime, and unfortunately the darkness rolls in early.

Sure, it has it downfalls. There is not much in terms of attractions or shops I'd like to visit in the surrounding area, and where I am living now is quite a way's away from the commissary and the NEX, nor is there an accessible standard taxicab service to call upon like Fort Sam Houston.

The accomodations and central location of Fort Sam have spoiled me, and I terribly miss the ease of access of that base. Things here in Bremerton, since I'm not living on the actual Navy base, are much farther away, and much more challenging to get to without access to a personal vehicle.

I guess the need to be able to drive and possess a car is even more urgent now, and hopefully that will be my motivation to acquire those things as soon as possible.

I'm getting more excited to see more of what the future holds the more I stay in this city.

I can't wait to visit Seattle and find my way back to the urban jungle.

I can't wait to experience working in the ward (MS5) or labor-and-delivery (4OB) and see what I can learn from it.

I can't wait to gather my bearings and get settled within this command.

I can't wait to explore the outdoors and see new things I otherwise would have never seen before.

I can't wait to go back to feeling on top again.

Orders

------- ULTIMATE ACTIVITY (S) -------
REPORT NOT LATER THAN 30 DEC 11 EDA: 30 DEC 11
TO NH BREM EMF DET UIC: [redacted]
PERMANENT DUTY STATION BREMERTON, WA
FOR DUTY ACC: 100
ASSIGNED RATE: HN DNEC1: 0000 DNEC2: PRD: 1312
PERSONNEL ACCOUNTING SUPPORT: PERSONNEL SUPPORT DET KITSAP
UIC: [redacted]
- CONGRATULATIONS AND WELCOME ABOARD NAVAL HOSPITAL BREMERTON (NHB), WASHINGTON

"That's gotta be a mistake."

It's the first thing that popped into my head as soon as I checked my orders and found that tagged at the bottom, right after my orders to attend Hospital Corpsman A-School.

After weeks of anticipating going to Behavioral Health (Psych Tech) C-School after A-School and waiting all this time for it to post in my orders, this is what I've been handed instead.

I want to scream.

I want to throw things.

I want to cry over the unjustness of it all.

I passed all the tests, did all the labs, graduated on the Dean's List, got to pick 5th out of the 100 or so people in my graduating class, and all I ever really wanted was to go to Psych Tech school to jump start my future career in Clinical Psychology, and now they take that away from me... twice.

First time was to fill seats for Bio-Med Tech school, but at the last minute they dropped it since I was so close to graduating.

Now this.

Not fair.

Not fair not fair not fair.

I wasted all this time, all this hope, all this ambition.

And for what?

I can kick and scream all I want, but at the end of the day, I signed a contract to be a part of the United States Navy, and now they call all the shots to my life.

As much as I want to be as dramatic and anguished about the unfairness of it all, I know the only way to deal with this is to put on my big boy pants and accept my fate.

But still, fuck you.