FNG's, scrounging, and small taco's. What a day...

Today was... productive.

We didn't process a bit of evidence today. But I still got a lot done.

Found out that someone, possibly me, has made an error in my favor and I have 3 promotion points that I was unaware of. Putting me at a total of 482. Let's hope the points don't make a huge climb next month and it's hello stripes goodbye sham-shield. Yes baby, I am ambitious.

I also got to meet the FNG (Fucking New Guy) for CEXC today. Still trying to get a feel for him. He's shy. I'll fix that shit. I did however make sure that he knows how much the BSFM likes cinnabon and told him how that was the fastest way to make friends with him. I told him that it would invoke a serious bonding moment between him and the big Marine. I may be an asshole, but I'm fair.

If you've ever seen the movie the Green Beret's with John Wayne, then this next story will make perfect sense. In the movie they hire on a guy to the 5th Special Forces group. A Sergeant Peterson. They put him on the team because of his ability to scrounge. In my world I refer to it as the Byrd TARP. That is the Byrd Tactical Acquisition and Redistribution Program. Anyway, it was decided that we needed the bumper and brushguard fixed on our response truck. Well, they came out to my shop and said "Hey, Doc! We got a problem. They wanna keep the truck for nearly a month to fix the bumper. What can you do?" Naturally I smiled and came back about 20 minutes later with no truck. She'll be ready tomorrow. The BSFM simply smiled and said well, I need something done, I know who to find. I said yeah, they would've been done today, but the new bumper and brushguard won't be in til tomorrow. He looked at me and said. New huh? I don't wanna know, just make sure the numbers don't match anybody's books. Good Job Peterson.

The question of the day. "Hey Doc, don't you agree that you would want to go in your sleep, when it happens?"

My response to a very reserved religious type... "Hell no! Showing up at the pearly gates pressed and dressed in your sunday best is for some people, but me? Nah. I wanna come in running like hell, boots laced tight, 30 pissed off dude's after me, My demo knife in one hand, The other shooting em the bird, a cigar between my teeth, pockets full of bang screaming "Highway to Hell at the top of my lungs." That's the way to go!