Senior Airman Jonathan Hueso
Following March ARB personnel in 130-character micro-messages
Wake up, read my Bible, and eat. I take the usual walk around my neighborhood; at this time the smog level is very low.
My commute begins. The windows are down to keep me awake. I cruise at 60 MPH in the slow lane while listening to classical music. It keeps me distracted from road rage.
Go for a run around March with SSgt Yoder. The usual pace is 2 MPH.
“Work” officially starts. At this point everything becomes a blur. Work is in quotes because when you love what you do, it is no longer called work.
The ADM-300 needs to be OPS checked. This radiation detector requires samples of radiation to ensure the equipment is working. The OPS check goes by quick because I don’t want radiation poisoning.
MSgt Pascual calls the “shop” in for a meeting. I find out that the entire base needs a DCO account/Active Shooter Brief. My wingman and I go building to building until lunch.
Lunch is uneventful; it usually includes food and not much else. I am cheap, so food from home or anything with a dollar menu is game.
I check email and then think about what I should do next.
There are plenty of CBT’s that need to be completed, so I get started.
Now that JAVA works I actually begin my CBT.
After the CBT I head to medical to finish my readiness requirements. Medical has the coldest A/C on base; I am glad the receptionist is not too quick to take me in.
The next day includes a CBRNE Survival Skills Evaluation Course. SrA Quiarke and I set up the route with a UXO, caution signs, and M8 tape with “chemicals” on it.
The wash bins are cleaned and the classroom material is ready for the next day.
MSgt Pascual declares which buildings did not get the Active Shooter/DCO brief and the shop goes over what to do the next day.
I say good-bye to Mr. Kaschak as he goes on his multiple-mile-run. Mr. Kaschak boasts to SSgt Yoder and me about his relatively fast pace of 5 MPH. Mr. Kaschak is the “old man that can.”
I check my email for the last time and go through the checklist to close up the shop.
I turn on my car and I prepare for the rest of the commute with classical anti-road-rage melodies. That program is not being followed by the other drivers on the road.