<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:02:56.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Recruiter</title><subtitle type='html'>&gt;&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;&lt; This blog in NO WAY is officaly endorsed by the Department of Defense, USAREC, or my chain of command.  These are MY thoughts, opinions and perceptions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-5856691120184277731</id><published>2008-10-13T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:10:34.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came across this blogring in June 2007.  Alot of what I read from other recruiters mirrored how I felt being out there.  I say "out there" as I am no longer apart of that...society.  I had just reenlisted for a new assignment.  My final true reenlistment, as my next one I go "indef".  I don't even know where to start.  I just want to get it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came to recruiting&lt;/strong&gt; with a bright and happy demeanor, one which was quickly lost.  I saw a side of the military that I never knew existed, one I wish I could forget and know I never will.  I &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lost the most important people in my life.   I was so driven, so focused, always looking for that next contract, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; forgot to remember them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.  My daughter grew up before my closed eyes.  My husband, my strong and incredible husband, he stayed through 3 years, 2 months and 2 days of the worst assignment I have known in the 10 years I have been in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I left recruiting&lt;/strong&gt;, I have changed.  I am no longer jumpy when the phone rings.  I spend time...lots of time with my family.  We have dinner together.  I have seen more of them in the last 6 months than my whole time on recruiting.  I sleep at night.  I lost weight.  I smile because I am happy, not because I have to.  Did I mention Germany is beautiful in the fall?  I love my unit.  I love my job.  I love the fact that I have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soldiers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;again.  I go to ranges.  I pull duty.  I get 3 and 4 day weekends every month.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;has been awesome&lt;/strong&gt; to read that I am not alone.  No matter what anyone ever said, I knew that alot of what went on in that world was wrong.  Will it ever change?  Who knows.  I think that getting rid of the super recruiter mentality is a big step forward.    The "&lt;em&gt;team concept&lt;/em&gt;" will be, IMHO, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;V&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ery &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;G&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ood &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hing for recruiting.  I know that the majority of the recruiters who were in my station (LP) are gone.  There are 2 left along with the SC.  I hope that they are doing well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is a light&lt;/strong&gt; at the end of the tunnel.   Most all tangible memories of that time have been discarded.  I tossed all of my badges before I moved.  The last one I wore on my uniform...I took off as I was driving back from MEPS the day I outprocessed.  I threw it out the car window at about 90 mph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ring&lt;/strong&gt;, however, I wear.  I don't wear it to show off.  I am a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I do like pretty things, especially little golden sparkly baubles that adorn my fingers.  This ring, however, is more than that.  This ring symbolizes things lost, things gained, tears, trials and tribulations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wear the ring as a badge of honor.  I survived recruiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-5856691120184277731?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/5856691120184277731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=5856691120184277731' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/5856691120184277731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/5856691120184277731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2008/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-3509787519285690086</id><published>2007-09-09T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:48:10.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninja AFK'd~~</title><content type='html'>OMG so been long time no blog -- NO TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everytime I try to get one I get distracted by work...how tacky.&lt;br /&gt;So I got told that I not only got my ring but OMG I got promoted!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we are going ot box this month.  Too many fell through - I had a GA ready to rock and then he calls nad says he "forgot" he had another scholarship.  How do you forget that?  So I told him I understand that he may not be ready right now to be a soldier to step up and serve...wow that put him on the spot a littloe and he admitted that he was scared.  I did the 3 "F"s and still no avail.  Ah is ok I guess I wasn't really ocunting on him anyhow.  I had my 2 lined up to drop the 1st week of the new RCM next week but have to burn one to cover down on another guy.  Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-3509787519285690086?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/3509787519285690086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=3509787519285690086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/3509787519285690086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/3509787519285690086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2007/09/ninja-afkd.html' title='Ninja AFK&apos;d~~'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-8015404199164711516</id><published>2007-07-21T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:42:11.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiccup</title><content type='html'>I rolled a nut. Big fat nut. I have alot of stuff working it just isn't falling right now. Guy who apparently likes the herb a little too much. Guy who needs to lose 1%. Another who needs to lose 2%. A Bravo &amp; 2 Alphas. /sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I did, however manage to ding my cleric 64 and my ranger 71. That is what keeps me really sane. That and my family. They are gone for a few days, visiting Grandma &amp;amp; fishing. It has been weird coming home and having nothing to talk to but the cats. Too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;I took the dep loss.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;She had so much ahead of her and now...she has no clue what to do. Influencers. They suck.&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, I heard from Mr. Williams...pardon me PVT Williams.  He is in Airborne school.  That brightened my day.  He still says "Yes Ma'am".  I like him.  He will go far.  Grats PVT Williams.  I am proud of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-8015404199164711516?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/8015404199164711516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=8015404199164711516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/8015404199164711516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/8015404199164711516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiccup.html' title='Hiccup'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-8700994707427643878</id><published>2007-06-16T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:35:41.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>excited!!</title><content type='html'>So, I am about to write a contract that I have been waiting to write since I came out her.  My husband.  No, I am not so desparate for a contract to dip into family.  He is PS, wants back in.  Now that I am on orders, we are working to get him in and maybe...hopefully...to my same duty assignment.  Cross your fingers the USAREC Gods allow the waiver to go through.  I cannot wait!!  I loved being dual military it was awesome.  I did, however, tell the applicant that he had better ship or he would be a single soldier!  I wonder if the prohibited statement applies here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-8700994707427643878?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/8700994707427643878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=8700994707427643878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/8700994707427643878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/8700994707427643878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2007/06/excited.html' title='excited!!'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-9007309099493518213</id><published>2007-06-12T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:14:19.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Williams</title><content type='html'>My favorite part of this job is when they come back and say "Thanks". No matter how ugly the world is to me (yeah I am the one who told the President to start operations in Iraq...), having a soldier come in my office and say "Thank SGT, I appreciate..." I think that is way too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for instance Mr. Williams. This kid was 17 the day he tested for me. Had a GED. Mom was a crack whore somewhere and father non-existent. He was on a bad road, but through a little encouragement, he is now about to be a double stacked gun bunny. Cool. He is so proud of himself, stands up a little taller, smiles more often. THAT is why I do this job to the best of my ability. Because of him and all the other Mr. Williams that I meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-9007309099493518213?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/9007309099493518213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=9007309099493518213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/9007309099493518213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/9007309099493518213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2007/06/mr-williams.html' title='Mr. Williams'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-2892454762538387065</id><published>2007-06-11T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:12:21.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An oldie...but a goodie!!</title><content type='html'>LOADING, PLEASE WAIT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have entered Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Hail Denny's hostess'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's hostess says 'Hello, Tyranadin. Welcome to Denny's. [Smoking] or [non-smoking]?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'non-smoking'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'I would like non-smoking please'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what about non-smoking'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's hostess says 'Right this way, please.'&lt;br /&gt;You are out of food and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Erlen says out of character, 'has anyone seen the waiter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daegarmo shouts, 'no and ive been camping him for a half hour' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are out of food and drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ester shouts, 'I see him' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erlen shouts, 'dont kill him, i still have to do the order quest'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You are thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;You are out of food and drink.&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Hail Denny's waiter'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Hello, Tyranadin. You look like you could use some [coffee]'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Yes I'll have some coffee'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what about coffee'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Ah, excellent! We have [regular] and [decaf].'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'I will have some decaf'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what about decaf'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what about decaffeinated coffee'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'I expected nothing less of you. Here, take this.'&lt;br /&gt;You gain experience!&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with Juan Valdez got better.&lt;br /&gt;You drink your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;You were hit by non-melee for 39 dmg&lt;br /&gt;YOU are burning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shout, 'Ow hehe this coffee's hot'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kyrani shouts, 'Haha u sux0r'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You are out of food.&lt;br /&gt;Annoying kid says 'Pikachuuuuuu'&lt;br /&gt;Annoying kid tries to hit YOU, but misses!&lt;br /&gt;Annoying kid tries to hit YOU, but misses!&lt;br /&gt;Annoying kid hits YOU for 3 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;Auto-attack on.&lt;br /&gt;You hit Annoying kid for 17 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;You hit Annoying kid for 22 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;You have slain Annoying kid!&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with Disciplineless Mothers got worse&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with Denny's Customers got better&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with The World at Large got better&lt;br /&gt;Annoying kid's corpse_01 says 'My mother will avenge my death!'&lt;br /&gt;You receive 3 copper as your split.&lt;br /&gt;You are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You are out of food.&lt;br /&gt;Disciplineless mother says 'Your actions and history are a personal affront to all I stand for.' Disciplineless mother begins casting a spell.&lt;br /&gt;Disciplineless mother pet is enveloped in flames.&lt;br /&gt;Off-duty police officer says 'Hey! No pets in the building!'&lt;br /&gt;Disciplineless mother pet hits YOU for 18 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;Off-duty police officer hits Disciplineless mother for 287 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;Off-duty police officer hits Disciplineless mother for 234 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;Off-duty police officer kicks Disciplineless mother for 27 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;Disciplineless mother is slain by Off-duty police officer!&lt;br /&gt;Disciplineless mother pet hits YOU for 12 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;Off-duty police officer hits Disciplineless mother pet for 262 points of damage.&lt;br /&gt;Off-duty police officer was burned.&lt;br /&gt;Disciplineless mother pet is slain by Off-duty police officer!&lt;br /&gt;Off-duty police officer says 'Let this be a lesson, that none can withstand the wrath of the Little Rock Department of Public Safety.'&lt;br /&gt;You are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You are out of food.&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Hail Denny's waiter'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Can I get you some more [coffee]?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'No, I want to place my order'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Can I place my order?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Let me place my order dammit!'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Ah, would you like to try our [Grand Slam Breakfast]?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'I will have the grand slam breakfast'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'How would you like your [eggs]?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'scrambled'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'I would like them scrambled'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what about eggs'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'You can have [scrambled eggs] or [fried eggs].'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'I will have scrambled eggs'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Excellent, would you like anything to drink? Some [orange juice], perhaps?' You say, 'I will have orange juice'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what about orange juice'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Our orange juice is fresh squeezed from concentrate.'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'give me orange juice' Denny's waiter says 'Okay, I'll be right back with your orange juice.'&lt;br /&gt;You gain experience!&lt;br /&gt;You are hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You are out of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gordon shouts, 'Attention, your bacon is now raw, because fully-cooked bacon lacks the inherent risks associated with our Vision of Bacon.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Valshire says out of character, 'Wait a minute, this bacon hasn't been cooked for months'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gordon shouts, 'Uhh... yes it has.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tunso says out of character 'You kidding? We've been complaining about this stuff being raw for ages'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gordon shouts, 'Uh, whatever.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gordon shouts, 'Oh.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gordon shouts, 'uh.... I've just been informed that the bacon has been raw for several months now, but we were unable to determine this until we fixed a bug with the pancakes, which were previously large enough to obscure the bacon.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gordon shouts, '... Oh, yeah, we nerfed your pancakes too.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Here is your breakfast, Tyranadin.'&lt;br /&gt;You gain experience!&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with Denny's Customers got worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scrambled eggs looks at you threateningly - what would you like your tombstone to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taste your eggs.&lt;br /&gt;You are chilled to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shout, 'oh man my eggs are cold' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tunso shouts, 'petition a manager then'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You petition, 'my scrambled eggs are cold'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Raynara shouts, 'Ack train to restroom!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikbach says, 'Cailleach, I still can't believe you can eat this stuff'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Here is your breakfast, Cailleach.'&lt;br /&gt;Cailleach begins to cast a spell.&lt;br /&gt;Cailleach is protected from poison.&lt;br /&gt;Cailleach says, 'I always come prepared'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shout, 'Man, where's the manager' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kyrani shouts, 'Haha u pteitond a managr u sux0r'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Napoca tells you, 'Greetings, Tyranadin, I am Napoca, the Denny's manager. How can I assist you?'&lt;br /&gt;You tell Napoca, 'my scrambled eggs are cold'&lt;br /&gt;Napoca tells you, 'I will be with you as soon as possible, please stay patient'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You sip your coffee.&lt;br /&gt;A cool breeze slips through your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Napoca says, 'Greetings, Tyranadin. Are your eggs still cold?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'yes'&lt;br /&gt;Napoca begins to cast a spell.&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled eggs burst into flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Napoca says, 'Take care'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elionia says, 'Ack, I don't feel so well'&lt;br /&gt;Elionia begins to cast a spell.&lt;br /&gt;Alka-Seltzer staggers.&lt;br /&gt;Elionia staggers.&lt;br /&gt;Elionia beams a smile at Alka-Seltzer.&lt;br /&gt;Elionia says, 'Ahhh, I feel much better now...'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Here, let me clear that away for you.'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Hey, wait, that's my food, I'm not done yet....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shout, 'Hey, this waiter took my food'&lt;br /&gt;Erlen shouts, 'Yep, they do that sometimes if you let your food sit there'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Hail Denny's waiter'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Hello there, Tyranadin, how can I help you?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Check please'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'Okay, here you go.'&lt;br /&gt;You gain experience!&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Hail Denny's cashier'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's cashier says 'Hello there, would you like to pay your [check]?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'Yes I want to pay my check'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what about my check'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's cashier says 'You must give me the check before I can reveal more to you.'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's cashier says 'Ah, excellent! Would you like to know your [total]?'&lt;br /&gt;You gain experience!&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with Denny's Cashiers got better&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'what is my total'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's cashier says 'Your total is 6 gold, 7 silver, 9 copper. Will you be paying with a [MasterCard]?'&lt;br /&gt;You say, 'yes I will use a mastercard'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's cashier says 'Unfortunately your MasterCard is over-limit. Would you prefer to pay with [cash]?'&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with MasterCard got worse&lt;br /&gt;Your faction standing with Cheesy-Ass High-Interest-Rate Credit Card Companies got better You say, 'yes I will pay with cash'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's cashier says 'Your total is 6 gold, 7 silver, 9 copper then.'&lt;br /&gt;You gain experience!&lt;br /&gt;You receive 2 silver. You receive 1 copper.&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter says 'You have stiffed me on my tip for the last time!'&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter crushes YOU for 217 points of damage!&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter crushes YOU for 204 points of damage!&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter hits YOU for 226 points of damage!&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter tries to hit YOU, but misses!&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter bashes YOU for 74 points of damage!&lt;br /&gt;You are stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter crushes YOU for 189 points of damage!&lt;br /&gt;You are bleeding to death!&lt;br /&gt;Denny's waiter crushes YOU for 221 points of damage!&lt;br /&gt;You have been slain by Denny's waiter!&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer stunned.&lt;br /&gt;LOADING, PLEASE WAIT...&lt;br /&gt;You have entered Verant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shout, 'Can I get a SOW? My corpse is all the way over in Denny's'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kyrani shouts, 'Haha u sux0r'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-2892454762538387065?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/2892454762538387065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=2892454762538387065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/2892454762538387065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/2892454762538387065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2007/06/oldiebut-goodie.html' title='An oldie...but a goodie!!'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-7673051643910610684</id><published>2007-06-11T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:30:55.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pending DEP losses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have been here in the 7th realm of hell (aka USAREC) since Jan 05.  Some days are good, some are better, then there are some that blow me away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I enlisted a girl on the 23rd of May.  She was excited, I was excited, it was an exciting day.  Chaplain's assistant, 2 years.  Good job, short term contract, enough to get her feet wet and go on or whatever she wanted.  &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; called &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; to enlist.  I have known her for about 8 months, her fiancee is one of my Future Soldiers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then today I get a letter faxed to me from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MEPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Dated the day before the FSP orientation.  Quoted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;word for word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from a website I prefer not to list.  I just don't understand.  I have been nothing but honest and straightforward with her and she goes and sends me a damn letter?  She does not even have the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;courage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to call me and say "Hey, SGT, I really am having second thoughts here".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-7673051643910610684?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/7673051643910610684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=7673051643910610684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/7673051643910610684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/7673051643910610684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2007/06/pending-dep-losses.html' title='Pending DEP losses'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1026388336487587250.post-4970717506386004800</id><published>2007-06-11T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:06:47.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF OVER?</title><content type='html'>OK so I am a little late starting this...I have been out here for 2.5 years.  I have seen stuff out here that I never thought I would.  I thought that leadership understood both parts of the NCO Creed...accomplishment of the mission and the welfare of my soldiers.  USAREC fails to balance the 2.&lt;br /&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;A soldier's wife is pregnant.  She has to have a C-section.  They already have a 4 year old.  The soldier requested 14 days of leave to take care of his wife (major surgery), newborn and the 4 year old.  Guess what?  DENIED.  Make other arraignments.  WTF?  I say again...WTF?&lt;br /&gt;How in the hell can they get away with that?  The person telling the recruiter this?  Yeah, he took emergency leave when his wife left him.  He goes home on a regular basis because he has to take care of his kids.  I don't get it.  The mentality here is insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1026388336487587250-4970717506386004800?l=whereismypms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/feeds/4970717506386004800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1026388336487587250&amp;postID=4970717506386004800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/4970717506386004800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1026388336487587250/posts/default/4970717506386004800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whereismypms.blogspot.com/2007/06/wtf-over.html' title='WTF OVER?'/><author><name>SSG N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09467075779658939202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i95/wickedlittlewoodelf/angelbedcandles222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
