Ten hour meetings of a cross-functional team. Even if that team did manage to garner greater than $500 million in savings and cost avoidances over the FYDP. For you.
A rabid pack of O-6′s mercilessly haranguing a senior chief petty officer from the Bureau of Personnel over the difference between manning requirements, funded billets, basic allowance, navy manning plan and personnel currently on board. (Requirements are what we need to fight a ship in extended general quarters. Billets funded are what the Navy thinks it can afford [less]. BA is the wartime fair share [still less]. NMP is what they actually intend to give you [less - are you spotting a trend?]. COB is what you’ve actually got [the smallest number of the lot].
Yeah, it’s a crazy world. The senior chief didn’t make it. He can’t change it. Let it go.
The new guy on the team that shows up for his first meeting and spends an hour of everybody else’s time noisily questioning the underlying assumptions behind the resolutions to arguments settled two years ago amidst metaphorical rivers of staff officer blood.
Finally, and most profoundly: Mexican food in Norfolk, Virginia.
What the hell was I thinking?