Following March ARB personnel in 130-character micro-messages
Senior Airman Phillip L. Barnes Jr,
Hometown: Erie, Penn.
My alarm goes off, telling me to wake up. I turn it off, because I’m not ready to roll out of bed.
I actually roll out of bed, and realize I have to rush, because I stayed in bed too long.
I’m at the gym, knocking out my workouts like I plan on conquering a country by myself some day.
Showered and ready for work, walking towards the vault. I don’t like being “on the nose” as far as time goes, so I take that extra minute to punch in my code.
Checking e-mails, and the bomb gets dropped on me, I have to brief the executive council.
Browsing through SIPR (Can’t say what I see, but if you have a clearance, you are allowed to attend the meeting).
ISOPREP Time! (You’re supposed to check it every six months, in case you were wondering).
Someone calls to check an ISOPREP after hours. I’m still logged in, so they’re lucky.
Lunch time, but I don’t eat lunch unless we do a whole shop trip. Taco Tuesdays are the best!
Back at work, finishing up the brief for the base commander.
Done with the aesthetics, now time to practice actually briefing it.
Getting my supervisor and my Lieutenant to look over everything, making sure the brief is good.
Someone calls. Wrong number. Happens a lot.
Someone calls. Wrong number. Happens a lot. See what I mean?
Checking email again, just in case I missed something. I didn’t.
Getting dressed to go to the gym to play basketball. I have a vendetta against someone who thinks they can shut me down.
At the gym, playing ball like scouts are watching.