Failing to draw conclusions
We had a barracks health and welfare inspection today. Basically the higher ups wanted to make sure we weren't living in squalor with backed up toilets or broken heaters, and that we don't have stuff that could burn down the barracks in the middle of winter.
So yes, I put my water boiler, toaster, and portable stove thing (yes, complete with a heat-producing coil) in my truck to avoid the hassle of explaining these things I'm not supposed to have in my room.
I didn't bother to put away pots and pans. I also didn't bother to hide uncooked pasta (both dry spaghetti in the cupboard and premade tortellini in the fridge), raw eggs, or anything else indicating that I have the ability to cook with more than just the microwave. The First Sergeant noticed these things but didn't say anything. Probably because he had a few dozen more rooms to walk through.
So yes, I put my water boiler, toaster, and portable stove thing (yes, complete with a heat-producing coil) in my truck to avoid the hassle of explaining these things I'm not supposed to have in my room.
I didn't bother to put away pots and pans. I also didn't bother to hide uncooked pasta (both dry spaghetti in the cupboard and premade tortellini in the fridge), raw eggs, or anything else indicating that I have the ability to cook with more than just the microwave. The First Sergeant noticed these things but didn't say anything. Probably because he had a few dozen more rooms to walk through.
From my understanding of these mass room inspections, they're mainly just looking for signs of drug use. Or maybe for people who are living like complete slobs. But outside of a dickhead E-5 with too much time on his hands, I never got much flack for a non-perfect room.
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December 28, 2011 7:00 PM