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Monday, 24th March: What a day
I was prepared for there being little prep for me done on larder... but I wasn’t prepared for this. I arrived to find Dave consoling me on pretty much fuck’all being done. Some cooked and diced chicken, coleslaw and potato salad done... and that was fucking it. It was insulting.
Dave then tries to dodge the blame saying he did everything Sergeant Gray had told him to do but I was having none of it. Even IF that’s true it’s no excuse. Why? I’ll tell you. The weekend shift should have been piss easy for anyone. On Friday I was on meats with someone else and all of the meats for the weekend had been prepped up. This was to make things easy for them so they could prep up all of Monday over the weekend while doing the regular three meals a day. Now, to be fair, I didn’t have to do anything for the weekend shift. I could have been jack, lazy and look out for myself. But Sergeant Gray said on Friday that the plan was to get everything prepped – including larder – so there would be little for anyone to do. I can see now what happened on the weekend. Everyone’s lazy short-sightedness saw them do just the three meals a day, not even thinking why their meats were ready to go for them. This is why I was pissed off at Dave making excuses he did only what he was told. That’s exactly the point. While I worked above and beyond what I was ‘required’ to do, Dave did the bare minimum he could get away with and believed it to be enough. Essentially, he didn’t do for me what I did for him and my hard work wasn’t returned to me.
It seems Monday’s main meal shit wasn’t prepped up either. Even with three Privates on Earlies. Apparently Dave was lazy all morning too. I was shocked. This is the sort of shit I’d expect from new-jack-lazy-selfish-ignorant-black-bitch Private Mybe, not someone who’s been in the army longer than me.
I really snapped at him over this and he’s really lost a lot of my respect which I don’t think he’ll ever get back. Yet he wonders why he hasn’t been promoted...
I didn’t have time to argue long because I was busy all morning getting everything done. After that I had to do PT which was just shit heaves and burpees over and over again, then back in to do packed meals and all my evening meal stuff, then make sure I was prepped better for tomorrow than I was today.
I still had energy left over from PT so I went to the gym in the evening to lift weights.

Tuesday, 25th March:
Today went smoother. Still packed meals to do. Still PT. Everything was normal and okay but I’ll talk about PT.
The PTI said to us “don’t ask for sports” at the start and end of the session but I don’t recall any of us ever asking for it. The dumb fuck. I’m not a fan of sports anyway, especially given that my shitass army trainers don’t grip the floor. You see the ‘sports’ we did was basketball hoops, every time you missed a hoop you did 15 press-ups. I knew today would be hard because I’d still be reeling from the gym the night before. But today’s session was just shit made worse for reasons I’ll go into.
For you see, the more hoops I missed the more press-ups I did. The more press-ups I did the harder it got and the longer it took. Before long I began to lag behind as the only exercise we were doing was press-ups, press-ups, press-ups.
Another side note gripe of mine is that these PT sessions just seem to be getting lazily planned out on a whim with no real thought.
Anyway, it got to the point where I was doing 15 press-ups and I got stuck on 5. I mean literally stuck on 5. With all the effort and strength that I had, my arms were not pushing me far off the floor... until it got to the point where they weren’t even pushing me off the floor. I must have been there a good 10 minutes just doing that and there-in lies the goddamn problem. Instead of the PTI acknowledging that I’m completely fucked [like he’s trained to do btw] his only concern was “We’re not going anywhere until you’ve done 15 press-ups”. After several attempts at a single press-up I logically began thinking “looks like we aren’t going anywhere then”. Point of fact, I like PT, I like pushing myself and I like working out. So I would happily stay here all day continuing this pointless attempt to work out a part of my body that’s completely exhausted; but I’m also the only person who’s content with this. Corporal Brunson and the PTI start getting aggressive like it’s going to help. Brunson later denies saying this but he did it in front of witnesses so fuck him “I’m a Corporal and you’re a Private, so I can talk to you how I want” which essentially is a green light to bullying. More on this tomorrow. Even with the PTI threatening to punch me I wasn’t intimidated. Hell if he did I’d just lay there and take a beating. Pain isn’t exactly foreign to me, and it’s not like I had the energy to defend myself anyway. Eventually, they resolved to grabbing my T-shirt to relieve some of the weight. So with my completely exhausted arms I still completed the other 10 press-ups. Straight after that, the PTI in charge changed the exercise... like he should have fucking done really. Dumbass.
The rest of the day went smoothly.

Wednesday, 26th March:
The day started with a continuation on from Brunson yesterday who pulled me to a quiet corner to talk to me. Basically his tone was changed. Yes, now I recognise that he was frustrated at the time and in the middle of an exercise while I was struggling with a press-up... so his tone initially sounded aggressive. But the aforementioned quote “I’m a Corporal and you’re a Private, so I can talk to you how I want” is indefensible. Responding only when promoted, I disagreed with a lot he had to say and remarked “A bully can have me by the throat, and I still wouldn’t be intimidated by them”. The significance of that stems from the fact the person I’m talking about is the same person I’m talking to. Essentially I’m calling Brunson the bully he is. The only time I’ve ever seen/known/worked with him he’s been aggressive and derogatory to his subordinates. Especially Dave and until the throat grabbing, myself as well. Noteworthy though, circumstances has seen us not work together for a very long time – for which I’m glad – but time doesn’t change circumstances. I always pickup where I left off with people like no time have passed at all. Why? To ensure the same mistakes/transgressions are not repeated. Which reminds me of my saying “Time heals all wounds. But it doesn’t amend past transgressions” as amendments are done with actions, not automatically over time.
Anyway, the rest of the day went okay. I was just still reeling from all the physical hardship I had endured to the point I felt like a weak old man.
I also note a slight confrontation I have with Pun [again]. This is that he walks all the way to larder to tell me to bring down packed meals for the guard, to then walk back to the main kitchen again. Yes I made the packed meals, but if he’s walked all the way to me to tell me to then walk back again... why can’t he walk another 5 feet to grab them himself? This is because Pun is blind to teamwork. Because I made them and it is totally seen as solely my responsibility that somehow absolves him from doing me a favour or even touching them. I told him as much and he wasn’t having none of it. So I finished off with “You’re wrong, Pun. Fuck off”. Why tell him to fuck off? Pun’s lack of English means he can’t work well with others. Now I’m able to see past that but it means he gets frustrated and aggressive at little provocation... especially when I worked with him on exercise. His inconsiderate and selfish nature also pissed me off, so I’ve no patience for the asshole. With the amount of times he told me to “fuck off” I’ve now decided to return it to him. Oh, he also tried to bluff me that he was cleaning down the kitchen so he couldn’t get the packed meals [5 feet away] but when I saw him later I remarked “that doesn’t look like cleaning down to me. Just looks like someone walking around with a cloth in their hand”. At the time of said incident I was genuinely busy with salads, larder and packed meals.
I didn’t bother going to the gym in the evening for reason I’m sure you can fathom. There’s also PT tomorrow which I’m sure will be a beasting.

Things aren’t too hard at work at the moment. Just a bit of drama.
Mybe being jack and ignorant of it. Dave fucking up as usual. Jones with valid complaints that would be mine had I not been warned off talking to Mybe directly.
PT today was a welcome change of pace. All cardio or rowing and jogging. This is my element and I smashed all the other chefs easily [good thing I rested too]. It was a good PT session, my only gripe being that it was too short really.
Getting annoted at the lazy civilian Gemma keeps nicking my shit and not replacing it. I shouldn’t have prepped so much so she has nothing to take.

Cheers easy day. Service times were dead because it was pay weekend and everyone wanted to bugger off. There was also an inspection. I tidied my room and such to prepare for it then went to work. Apparently the block failed because it was in shit state but I’m not too fussed. Fuck’em. It’s not me who makes a mess and don’t clean it up, it’s the grot-bag guys.
After larder was all done for the weekend [Salads and packed meals for the guard] I was put on sweets. They were all done, I just had to make sure they were warm and put them out. Then I was knocked off. I like Sergeant Dee.

A piece of piss. Dave did earlies, breakfast and lunch. I prepped dinner, stood on the hotplate at lunch and then did evening meal. Sergeant came in and prepped the families lunch tomorrow. I locked up and went for a run. Piece of piss easy day. Sidenote: clocks go forward an hour now so I lost a hour’s sleep. Boo.

Sunday, 30th March:
I arrived to find Sergeant Anderson still on his duty going on about how I would have been late had he not told me about the clocks going forward. Why’s everything a one-up-manship with him? Yeah I probably would have forgotten in all fairness by why can’t he just do someone a favour and make peace with that? That’s what decent people do. They don’t go on and on about it to put people down. Anyway, fuck’im.
I got breakfast done and out the way, no one turned up really.
I then started on the roast meals. There’s about 3 hotplates going up.
First you got the normal lunch for the lads who come in and pay.
Then you got 120 people coming in for the 4 Scots families.
Then about 60-80 for 2 Battalion families.
Jones and Mybe came in and I got them to start prepping my salad bar for the first 2.5 hours... not encouraged to how much was done but they can pass/fail on their own steam.
When Dave arrived I put him on Veg for the roast dinners straight away. Told him – for the first 90 minutes – do as much fresh vegetables as you can. He came back saying “I can’t find any”. That’s a rookie’s dodge move to say “I don’t want to do fresh veg when we got frozen ready to go”, so I showed him where the fresh veg was. It wasn’t a great lot, lots of random leftovers from the week but it was a start.
Besides that, I had everything else done. Meats, gravy, potatoes.
Come an hour before service I had Jones and Mybe jump on. Jones to get out sweets. Mybe to start veg, including potatoes. I would do meats. Dave would give all the veg he’d done to Mybe then go on the hotplate to serve and carve.
Each hotplate was up for an hour, or the time it took to get everyone through. Then we took it down, sort it out, put it on another hotplate. At the very least to reheat it [keep it at a safe temperature] and make sure it wasn’t just being moved from one hotplate to another in-front of the customers. We did also of course have to top it up as needed during service.
Sarge Dee came back to me and said he was pleased of the whole thing. He didn’t jump on because he wanted to see how I handled it really [though I knew]. For the people I was working with: Mybe trying to do her own thing, Jones arguing with her and Dave talking shit and clueless about simple instructions... the whole thing ran smoothly.
I then just had to organise some shitty paperwork before I could go.
Apparently there’s a block inspection tomorrow because of the one that was failed on Friday. But I wasn’t doing block jobs. Why? I heard them fuckers partying and trashing the block all weekend while I was at work or trying to sleep so no way am I cleaning up after them now. I’m going to bed.


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