Now it's pretty sad when the number of comments on the blog exceeds the number of posts on the blog. This blogging thing is harder than I thought it would be. I always have so many wonderful things to say, but always end up just talking to myself while I walk to work, or when I'm on watch during a duty day (info on duty for the under-informed to come later). I should learn to stop talking to myself and save my venting for the computer screen so that all the world can read how I feel.

Right now I feel like a little bitch. There's this girl that I walk past on the way to work all the time. She never pays attention to me (not surprising) but I always notice her (she's hard not to notice). I always wondered where she was off to. All the people that are young enough to be in school are always out, but they're standing around waiting for a schoolbus, not walking anywhere. My answer came on Saturday morning. I was on my way to work to stand duty (like I said, more explanation to follow) when I drove past this cute little coffee shop down the street from my apartment. I've always wanted to stop in there, but during the week I have to be at work before they open. Weekends, however, are different. Anyway, upon realizing that they were open and that I had plenty of time before work I decided to stop in for a latte. Dunking Donuts makes passable (just ok. no one can compete with the smiths) coffee, but there is nowhere to go around here for a good latte. Well, I go in and I"m about to order my drink when who should walk up to the counter to take said latte order but the same girl who is always walking past me on my way to work. What a strange and weird coincidence right? So she's crazy cute and I've been feeling depressingly single lately so I figure, what the hell right? Why not go for it? I concocted this awesome excuse to go back for coffee before church on Sunday morning. Church being an excuse to be up and going there for a coffee and an excuse to dress nice therefore impressing her with my [not]good looks and great style.
Ya, I totally woosed out. I'm such a pansy. My excuse was that she was really busy when I went in since there were a good number of people there, but I should have said something. I even worked up a great pitch too. Oh well. The place is just down the street. I can always go back when they won't be as busy and try not appear stalkerish. I'll let you all know how that goes.

Besides that, I have duty tomorrow, so hopefully Annabelle can get up and running on my off-going day. I just want to enjoy my car in the summer!!! She wants to get out too. I think she was just upset with me for not working on her more in the winter so that she'd be more prepared for the season. My only excuse is that it was freakin cold out and I didn't want to freeze my hands off in January just for an extra 10 BHP 3 months later. My mistake. You just can't please some women. Anyway, explanation of duty to follow, then I'm off to bed.

In the navy we have a wonderful thing called "Duty." Molly, I know that you're giggling right now. Duty is where you come into work early and stand watch throughout the day and night taking logs on all of the equipment on the boat. The best part is that you don't go home, so if you have duty on Monday, you won't get to go home until you're done with work on Tuesday afternoon. It's even better when you have duty on the weekend. Yesterday I went to work at 0730 and got home today at around 0900. Right now we only have three ELTs (Engineering Laboratory Technician - that's me) so we can only support a three section duty rotation, meaning that I have duty every three days. This eliminates any possibility of ever having an actual weekend off since the best deal you can get is having duty on Friday therefore getting off work at around 0900 Saturday. That's supposed to be next weekend for me, so car show here I come.