I started writing down the things all the officers were chatting about this morning, but I felt myself getting progressively stupider with every word I transcribed. I quit before the migraine had a chance to attack.
Suffice it to say the conversation revolved around a 2.8 GPA, Harvard, vegetables, and “manly” food (steak, eggs, etc.).
Just overheard: “Harvard’s actually coming out with a program for poor people now.”
Our newest Lieutenant just announced he graduated with a 2.8 GPA (not from Harvard).
“You had a C average?” asked the Captain.
“No, C+ Average.”
I see.
I’m going to have to make a new category for all the ridiculous shit people say in this office.
The more time I spend in this office, the more I realize while I may be the lowest ranking dude in the shop, I am far from the least experienced. The officers are mostly cheese-heads who know very little about a great many things. I am reminded that 95% of Lieutenants are fresh out of college and younger than my baby brother.
My optimism is renewed in the light of such inexperience and arrogance. If they can do this job, surely I will have no trouble.
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