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Navy CPO, my blogson, had a big week. He hit is first 1,000 hits. I'm very proud.

Congrates Dude. Here's to many thousands more.

Then he has a post about about a little "problem" he has to deal with as he transitions from life in the Navy to civilian life.

I feel his pain.

Now, T1G posted a video to show his own warped brand of support. Had Me Cracking UP! Good one!

Me? I deal with the whole language thing day in and day out. If you have spoken to me on a casual basis, you know. I cuss. I cuss WORSE than most sailors. I have for as long as I can remember.

Mama has tried and tried and TRIED to get me to stop. I make a real attempt to watch my language around her, but every once in a while a Damn Shit or Hell will slip past my guard. And trust me........you CAN be threatened with soap in the mouth at the age of 45. Especially with Mama Vi around.

And I do pretty well in my business. I've learned to "test the waters". I will "let slip" a couple times just to see their reactions. If it's ok, then I don't have to stay on guard to much.

But I really try to watch how often I drop the *F* bomb. That is, after all, my favorite word.

And I do, after all, use it WAY too much.

For instance, I remember this training class down in Tampa. It was huge. Over 200 people. Now, it was all folks I already knew, I worked with them on a regular basis. BUT...it was a roll out. Big Wigs seepin' from the cracks. Show Time.

Started out just fine. Really. Good energy, lots of participation. Interest. Good. Very good.

Until.......well, every barrel has at least one bad apple. This one just happened to be very vocal. Kept interrupting. Kept trying to side track everything. EVERYONE was getting frustrated with this guy.

So....after more "Excuse Me, But"s, and "You SAY"s my patience had run out.

We're almost done...that's what I was chanting under my breath. I can see the finish line....when......"EXCUSE ME! TAMMI?

And without hesitation, thought, or pause I say "What the fuck do you want now?"

Needle? Meet floor.

Really. I've never heard that many folks get that quiet that quickly.

That would be when the applause started.

And that applause is what saved my hide that day. Oh, I got ripped a new one by my boss, and can I just say I think he broke the record for the number of *F* bombs HE dropped yelling at me. But.....no harm no foul. So I got off with a warning.

Lesson learned? Never invite the big wigs to a training class.

Cause at this stage in my life, there will be no learning of new tricks.....So don't worry Navy CPO. You'll be just fine. All those years in the Navy......self discipline is your friend. Plus....when you do slip up, it's GREAT blog fodder!!!

Posted by Tammi at February 9, 2008 08:54 AM | TrackBack