Worst Job Ever
As a teenager I had many goals for myself in mind for the future. I decided that for my goals to happen I need to pursue a college degree after I graduated high school, but I knew that my parents wouldn’t be able to afford my college tuition. Before joining the service, I had plenty of part-time jobs as waitressing in different restaurants which at the time I thought it was a stressful job. If I had only known that going through army basic training was going to involved double the stress and aches I was going through as a waitress, I would have preferred to deal with rude customers, horrible working condition and long, stressful hours my way through college.
First of all, rude customers became drill sergeants. I wouldn’t mind the back take and no tips from the customers but the verbal abuse from the drill sergeants it’s a story on its own. Every moment the drill sergeants had to verbally belittle with vulgarity they did. After a long day of dreary while in processing tasks the other privates and me were yelled at plus stuffed into metal cattle trucks to be taken to our barracks. After what seemed hours, the cattle truck stopped; the drill sergeants attacked us like we were criminals and , all you heard ere screaming: “Get off My Bus Maggots”. As they yelled they would get so close to my face that I can feel the spit flying out of their mouths.
Secondly, Fort Lee training area was nothing compared to the back alley of the restaurants. When it came to field training, we would placed outside where we always had to be on the lookout for snakes, ivy plants and many other types of harmful objects. To start off, the fire ants weren’t friendly at all, leaving us with painful bumps if we accidentally disturbed a mound. At the time I joined the service it was the beginning of the winter season, which leads us to train in bad weather condition such as rain and snow. After a long day of training all, I wanted was a warm bath and comfortable bed. In which came out to
First of all, rude customers became drill sergeants. I wouldn’t mind the back take and no tips from the customers but the verbal abuse from the drill sergeants it’s a story on its own. Every moment the drill sergeants had to verbally belittle with vulgarity they did. After a long day of dreary while in processing tasks the other privates and me were yelled at plus stuffed into metal cattle trucks to be taken to our barracks. After what seemed hours, the cattle truck stopped; the drill sergeants attacked us like we were criminals and , all you heard ere screaming: “Get off My Bus Maggots”. As they yelled they would get so close to my face that I can feel the spit flying out of their mouths.
Secondly, Fort Lee training area was nothing compared to the back alley of the restaurants. When it came to field training, we would placed outside where we always had to be on the lookout for snakes, ivy plants and many other types of harmful objects. To start off, the fire ants weren’t friendly at all, leaving us with painful bumps if we accidentally disturbed a mound. At the time I joined the service it was the beginning of the winter season, which leads us to train in bad weather condition such as rain and snow. After a long day of training all, I wanted was a warm bath and comfortable bed. In which came out to