So this morning I drove from 98010-land to PSNS Bremerton to go on a service call. My PSNS ID has expired, so I needed to get a new one before being allowed into the shipyard.
Got my access request letter e-mailed to my point of contact and a copy of my I-9 form from my employer in-hand. When I arrived at the pass & ID office, I took my number and started watching the don't speed, don't fuck up, don't drink the hazmat, don't get run over by a crane / straddle truck, don't get nuked video. When they called my number, I surrendered my expired PSNS ID, and showed my WA DL and MIL ID. I was asked for my I-9 and the supporting documents listed on it. I went from
to
to
in 0.33 picoseconds. Since I listed my birth certificate on my I-9 in 2002, I needed to have it.
Well, I just found my birth certificate and now it's back to the beautiful city of Bremerton for a lovely drive to watch that video. At least I'll be listening to Bubba The Love Sponge on the way there and back.
This also allows me the opportunity to do that service call tomorrow, vice today. Yippee.
It's these little subtle reminders I occasionally get that remind me why I separated from the Navy after a mere six years.
Back to your regularly scheduled bullshit.