Squalus
The Good Humor Guy
Ummmm
where to start
Fore scores 7 years, oh yeah thats history. Some have asked what I do for a living besides diving. I sometimes reply, I breathe, a job and ect
. So here it is the way I see it (of course because your not here). My typical day starts at 0600 (6:00 a.m. for those who cant comprehend the 24 hr system) start coffee, do physical training (push-ups, sit-ups and, 5 mile run. I wonder if that is why I dont look like the Stay Puff Marsh mellow Man). Then off to work a 20minute drive with people you would swear got their license from god knows where, they make turn signals for a reason I think. I sit at a desk doing interviews and discussing possible future goals with all walks of life. Imagine sitting and listening to a teen with a GPA of 1.65 saying he is going to college cause he is going to be a doctor, one has to wonder what guidance counselors are really doing. After doing the interview and he likes what he is shown and agrees to enlist for a couple years an agreement is made. I am off to run a comprehensive background check; yeah I have that power to look into lives (and not the Wonder Twin type either). If you ever need a laugh (ok some might not see it this way, my apology) go to the police station and sit and observe what goes on. While there I had the privilege of a parent coming in to pick her son up for a MVA, typical teen driver runs stop sign and hits somebody. They tell her she cannot sign for him because, he is being held for possession (every parents nightmare right?). She goes off demanding to see the chief; he comes out and explains the entire deal to her. Not her son, she states hes in college and he would never do that
One has to wonder about todays parents and siblings, are we that blind? I sit and chuckle
her husband and her need a Seeing Eye dog real soon. Then back to work to do the tedious job of paperwork, funny you go automated and use more paper than what you used to. Try filling out 4 forms with the same information but have a different name to them (intelligence/common sense is an oxymoron) or, have a meeting twice before the real meeting covering the same thing. Then I make what I call the comedy hour phone calls. You with teens have experienced it at times at all times of the day and night, hey dont bite my head off, I would prefer to be doing a night dive or be at the movies. Then when all said and done it is time to go home (sometimes I wonder what that is) it is around 2100 (9:00 p.m.) or later than that because somebody has a wild hair up their you know what. So, by now you probably have a good feel for what my job is. I didnt ask for it, I was happy jumping out of planes in the pitch dark and meeting different cultures. By the way if the farmer that lives near Ft. Polk, LA I am truly sorry for crashing into your chicken coupe in the middle of the night, scaring your coon dog away and, scaring your wife while wearing all that camouflage on me. Its the pilots fault, honest I swear(that is a different story).