Far East Cynic

The week that was.

I put in 65 hours last week and that is not even logging all the time I spent.

Amazing. I’d tell you what Bucharest is like except I’m not seeing so much of it. I know the way from my hotel to where I am working pretty well though.

Incredulous you say? Well you should be. Its not that we have to be putting in 65 hour weeks-it is that the people who ultimately are running this project do-and think there is nothing wrong with demanding everyone else do the same. And these are men who “don’t want their time wasted”

I did get out for a while though yesterday morning after getting caught up on time sheets and getting arrangements to get paid for this little extravaganza. I decided to head up to the biggest park in Bucharest so I could see something different before the phone started ringing.

It is a nice park-athough not quite as well kept as one might expect. The park is called Herestrau park and is accessible by the Bucharest subway.When you get there you come out near the Cross honoring the Aviators. ( Aviatorilior).

After which, you have to say hi to Charles De Gaulle on the way in. I sure did not expect that.

Then you have plenty of choices, go right, left, or straight. I decided to go left and head down this avenue:

Plenty of suprises here. There is also a big lake that is a long run or walk around.

From the lake you can see one of their government buildings-lots of these , what I call, Soviet Style buildings here.

Soviet Style except for the beer sign of course. Ciuc is a local beer-its pretty good. Adeverul is a local paper. They tell me the media here is full of yellow journalism and most of it is directed at their President-kind of like ours only amplified ten fold. (“If they don’t get a story they just make one up!”)

Then again-when in Bucharest, you don’t have to go to Paris to see the Arc de Triomphe:

This will be an up and down week- I will try to post when I can.

  1. Think it’s really funny that the signs on the communist building basically say Truth Journal, and in red Resistance Movement. And right down in the middle, CLICK.

    hope you get to see some of the town. Changed a lot since I last saw it (1981) but theres some cool stuff, churches (biserica) and of course, places of “entertainment” with cold beverages whcih you enjoy.

    Claudio

  2. By working less than the “lean manning” designed 70 hours, the Shoe running that show prolly thinks he’s giving you five hours off each week.

  3. Does nobody tell these fuck sticks where to hang up? I did all the time and long before I was bullet proof.

    Are all subordinates gutless these days?

  4. Curtis,

    That is the funny part about it. No one in this agency EVER pushes back and tells the three star from which the pressure eminates is that enough is enough. No one. They have 25 people over here and and everyone of them is putting 14-17 hour days. I’m certainly not in a position to push back.

    One thing is for sure-the Navy may have had its faults but even then-they at least knew when to quit and go have a beer. Not so with Army guys…………

    Herbal-your quote reminds me of a certain flag officer who used to say “That the reason he liked being at sea, was so he could get four more hours work a day out of his staff.” He wasn’t joking either.

  5. Man,

    I worked on the MIDEASTFOR FLAGSHIP for a year and none of those bastards ever did a lick of work other than sending out daily updates to the quarterly OPSCHED. Worked for the NAVCENT/5TH FLT staff for a year and learned early to just push back and invite the ones over at CPCFLT AND LANTFLT and OPNAV and STATE to just bite my ass over deadlines they imposed. Worked for me. To much much bad early training left me poised for dealing with C7F with a casual indifference to their deadlines.

    Go home, go to bed, invite the anal and insufferable to enjoy your sparse remarks and seat yourself. They don’t write your fitrep. That guy is like 5-7000 miles away and doesn’t really care. He sent his hatchet swinger and will stand by him. God I enjoyed that phase of my life. OK, 20 really good years!

    I even enjoyed sending out my own hatchetmen./women.