berthing blues
last night i rolled into berthing at approximately 2325. the lights were on and girls were sitting there, one doing her nails, one doing anothers' hair. i asked them if they were almost done and they said no, so i asked them if the would move to the bathroom, and i walked away. the girl doing her hair came over and started yelling, so i asked her to be quite because people were sleeping, and then she got beligerant. long story short, i'm in to work early to look up the regulations to show a senior chief who knows damn well what the fucking regulations are, but who just played dumb last night so the girl could do her hair. for the record, lights out is at 2200. fucking bitches.