Now get this, I have a military badge with my name and picture on it that allows me to enter the base and it even allows me to go into a restricted area where the submarines dock. This is different than just the ordinary military ID that most people have, I used to have one of those too but it has expired and since we're not staying in the military for much longer I don't see the point of getting a new one. But for some reason the commissary allows anyone to enter the building and fill their cart with food but won't allow you to buy it until you can prove you're either active duty or a family member. And on a few occasions in the past my badge did just fine for me to buy things there. I don't know when or why that has changed. So the other day I was trying to shop for just this one item I was harassed by an employee about my badge not being enough. I said it seems to me that if it gets me on the base and lets me shop in the NEX and other things then it doesn't make sense that I can't use it to shop here for food too. But that logic didn't help me of course.
Well, as you all may know by now, Paul and I are separated by a protection order so we can't see each other or even speak to each other in any way, shape or form for a while. This creates a sticky situation for me since Paul was supposed to help me buy the Mt. Dew that's on sale at the commissary. Basically, he can't help me with that. So today a chief or who ever it was that broke that news to me said he would get it for me instead. I agreed and told him specifically to buy me the cubes that are on sale for less than $5.00 each. Good deal, eh!?! Who would want to pass that up? With how much of it I drink all the time I'm always searching for the best deal for my dew. Usually when a great deal like this comes along we stock up big time getting up to ten cubes at once. Well, my punishment has begun because this guy didn't listen to what I said at all...like anyone other than me or Paul would care anyway. He showed up with three 12 packs and made me pay full price for them! I asked him if they were all out of the cubes already and he said "I didn't even look for those". Gee thanks man, how unreliable and not helpful you are for me! Now I ended up paying ten dollars for these few 12 packs and I'm stuck having to go stand outside of the commissary (like a pan handler) asking people if they would be willing to go in and buy me some of the cubes? What fun.
The moral of my story is that anyone who is military is more than likely uncaring and unreliable and the entire military base is full of endless rules. Most of which make no sense, are unnecessary and silly but that never stops them from enforcing them forever. Oh how I can't wait to get out of this madness called the Navy!
Well, as you all may know by now, Paul and I are separated by a protection order so we can't see each other or even speak to each other in any way, shape or form for a while. This creates a sticky situation for me since Paul was supposed to help me buy the Mt. Dew that's on sale at the commissary. Basically, he can't help me with that. So today a chief or who ever it was that broke that news to me said he would get it for me instead. I agreed and told him specifically to buy me the cubes that are on sale for less than $5.00 each. Good deal, eh!?! Who would want to pass that up? With how much of it I drink all the time I'm always searching for the best deal for my dew. Usually when a great deal like this comes along we stock up big time getting up to ten cubes at once. Well, my punishment has begun because this guy didn't listen to what I said at all...like anyone other than me or Paul would care anyway. He showed up with three 12 packs and made me pay full price for them! I asked him if they were all out of the cubes already and he said "I didn't even look for those". Gee thanks man, how unreliable and not helpful you are for me! Now I ended up paying ten dollars for these few 12 packs and I'm stuck having to go stand outside of the commissary (like a pan handler) asking people if they would be willing to go in and buy me some of the cubes? What fun.
The moral of my story is that anyone who is military is more than likely uncaring and unreliable and the entire military base is full of endless rules. Most of which make no sense, are unnecessary and silly but that never stops them from enforcing them forever. Oh how I can't wait to get out of this madness called the Navy!
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