Tuesday, September 06, 2005

I had been hoping life was about to get back to normal

NEW ORLEANS, La. (Sept. 1, 2005) - A Coast Guard member looks on as a tug and barge brings approximately 1,000 New Orleans residents displaced by Hurricane Katrina to a safe haven near the Algiers Point ferry terminal. U.S. Coast Guard photograph by Petty Officer 2nd Class Bobby Nash.

My life: normal. Nope. It's not meant to be.

Today's the first day of school for my sons, Andrew and Richard. I was supposed to return to my civilian job tomorrow, having completed 42 days of active duty and two weeks of vacation. I was looking forward to the routine, the normal, the run-of-the-mill: life-as-usual. I was looking forward to rolling my sleeves up and finishing a host of tasks-left-uncompleted from the summer. And, I was hoping to crank up my campaign with Gunner against the Navy's Chief of Information.

Instead, today I'm in admin hell as my orders get cut... or not get cut, as the case may be. I'm sitting at a vacant desk; the yeoman in the cube next over is trying to cut the orders and can't figure out how to create a set of involuntary Title 14 orders.

This is usual for Reserve recalls; hurry up; wait; hurry up. If I were traveling to Mobile (which is where I was first told I'd be heading), I'd be worried. But I'm traveling across the street from home.

I called the commander in charge of the incident management team and told her I'd be arriving today, but I had a few things to take care of here at the sector. She had no idea that I was slated to arrive. She had no idea that orders went out sending five people to her team.

And I was surprised? No, not in the least.

The watch at the IMT is standing 12-hour watches... two day watches followed by two night watches followed by two days off... which is better than what the folks down south are standing.

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