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I am in the Air Force and work in Air Terminal Operations Center. It is really just a big title meaning that we make sure things get done on time. My job entails a wide rage of responsibilities from making sure that passengers and cargo are downloaded and uploaded in a timely manner and the crews of the aircrafts donít cry due to lack of coffee. My shift is small with only two main characters and Iím one of them, but we do interact with the other two shifts daily. I have in time come to the conclusion that half of my coworkers are bipolar and the other half of them are crazy. A shift change and complete shift can always result in the maximum amount of rude and impolite things said to each other. Although we bicker and have a lack of knowledge in certain areas of politeness, we get the mission complete.
On an average day I show up at 2:15 p.m., a good 20 minutes early just to try to figure what is going on that day and listen to all the things I supposedly messed up the day prior. Day shift has only two real players and one day the police are bound to be called due to violence exhibited toward each other. SSgt Brown and SrA Gibson are a great combination and a great example of craziness, but amazingly day after day they get their job completed. On any single day you can walk in and see one of them throw a back pack at the other for something as simple as the back pack being in the way. They constantly bicker back and forth about small things from a lunch schedule to who is going to put paper in the printer. Although they play around and goof off, as soon as a plane lands and there is work to do they get the job done. Given there are always sly comments made and dirty looks given, they correctly do their job. Just last week I showed up at 2:00 p.m. because I had stuff to do before I started working and when I walked in the two were standing up yelling at each other over who was going to go out to the plane that just landed. This particular argument stemmed from the fact that they both wanted to leave early but someone was going to have to stay to work with me. I went ahead and went out to the aircraft and let the two fight it out which turned out to be a bad idea. They both decided that neither was going to leave nor were they going to do anything. They both sat at their desk without speaking a word to each other until the rest of my shift showed up.
Out of all my coworkers I like to believe that I am the only normal one for the fact that I realize I do dumb things daily. My shift supervisor is what I like to think of as a circus freak. SSgt Krysler canít be taller than five feet flat and has no sense of humor. Daily he is the butt of all jokes and rude comments. He always strolls into work just on time and does not even know how to correctly do his job correctly. Everyday he asks me if I want to do the desk, which means that I will do all the paper work so he can work ramp, which means he goes out to meet the aircraft and do no paper work at all. The only reason he loves working ramp is because he doest have the slightest clue how to do the paper work. Time after time, he has worked the desk and another coworker or I have to go behind him to correct the mess he has made. A polite person would sit him down and show him how to complete our job, but he has already had that training and just isnít picking it up. Plus, sad as is sounds, it makes me happy to see him there with stacks of paper around him. He gets that look in his
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