;788577']Okay, I live in the barracks. I have my own room, and it's pretty nice. Carpet, decent furniture. It's not the Hilton, but it's a place to crash.
Now my air conditioning is out. AGAIN. Every time we have a storm, this happens. The lazy-ass civilian contractors are not fixing the problem (my next-door neighbor fixed AC's for a living, and he knows what the problem is). They have to totally replace one part, but you can ghetto-rig it to last for a few days until you get the replacement part. For the last month that I know of, they keep ghetto-rigging it.
The military isn't wasting your tax dollars as much as the lazy-ass contractors are.
So now, I'm sitting outside in my underwear.
Spongebob underwear.
Now my air conditioning is out. AGAIN. Every time we have a storm, this happens. The lazy-ass civilian contractors are not fixing the problem (my next-door neighbor fixed AC's for a living, and he knows what the problem is). They have to totally replace one part, but you can ghetto-rig it to last for a few days until you get the replacement part. For the last month that I know of, they keep ghetto-rigging it.
The military isn't wasting your tax dollars as much as the lazy-ass contractors are.
So now, I'm sitting outside in my underwear.
Spongebob underwear.