Let’s go back, waaay back… back to 2011. So here I was, all ready to become a soldier and give my life for my country and fellow Americans. I assumed incorrectly I would be around like minded folks. People who took it seriously, mature individuals and what nots.

WRONG

Most of them were dumb kids with huge attitudes. Some kids took it too seriously and would insult the others before we were even in real basic. That just seems dumb. I mean, why on earth would you need to be such a cock? So there were a few fights I saw between people who disagreed about random shit.

Anyways, this point I was trying to make is I wanted to skate in under the radar. I didn’t want anyone to pay attention to me and keep a low profile. Almost the first day I was directing people on what to do. I did everything I could to avoid it, but it just kept happening. People sought me out for advice and all manner of shit. Why? I have no idea. Maybe it’s because I looked good with a shaved head? I really didn’t know any more than anyone else, but it still happened. It became highly problematic after the ARMY decided I was not “fit for service.”

I was put into a new group of people TDD or Trainee Discharge Detachment. This was the group of everyone getting kicked out for whatever reason at various stages. Here most folks assumed I had been through basic and was being released for some random reason. Most had no idea I never even got my ACUs. People asked me what they should be doing all the time it was ridiculous… So I started making shit up. It wasn’t until this loudmouth little shit tried to start a fight with me that I realized the full extent of my momentary influence. Every day a new group of hotshot kids would join TDD, and they most often needed to be put in line. In TDD everyone was going home, no one cared why you were going home, you just were. The goal was to make it as painless as possible. Most of our time was spent cleaning, so we definitely didn’t want to be doing that constantly. We had a system to keep things clean, this gave us much more free time. People would take extra shifts of fire guard duty to help people out that had crap details… we worked as a team. Then the new kids. So this guy comes in talking about how good he was and how awesome he is, and how he tricked them into letting him out because he’s whatever I wasn’t listening. So our PG was trying to get stuff situated and this kid was not having it. Making a big fuss about stuff and being loud. The PG was going over with the new folks the rules and what was expected and had called him over and he refused ( I don’t remember this as clearly as I wish I did it’s been a few years). So keeps going on and I said “Hey, PG called you over, go over”. This kid responds by saying “Yo who the fuck said that? No one tells me what to do, who the fuck said that? I’ll beat your ass bitch” I laughed a bit and got out of my bunk and the two guys next to him leaned over and said something akin to “bro maybe you should calm down, not that guy”

I laughed so damn hard as he dropped his head and walked to the other side of the barracks. What the hell was that? I never even got aggressive with anyone there. I mean, a few people tried to egg me on but they didn’t get me to budge. After that, everyone just did what I said.

A day later PG got his discharge and they were nominating people and bunch of the people wanted me to do it. Fortunately I left the next day.

So I’m back at home, what do I do? Become a door to door salesman…. It was as terrible as it sounds. I sold internet and tv. I did a great job at first, then I found out it was corrupt and simply put not good. While I was there though, people looked to me within the first week. Well like one or two. Then I started sucking and quit….

Fast forward to Cardinal health….

I was looking for a job where I could punch in and punch out. I didn’t have to think or do anything. I simply wanted to process product and to be left alone. The first few days were exactly like that. It was awesome. Then people started asking me what to do…. Really? I had been working there for maybe 3 weeks. It was ridiculous. Then I became the day time shipper and had responsibilities… BUUUTT they left me even more alone. However I needed more money so I started a second job at ABF. I trained a guy 4 weeks after I got hired there… not 4 months into working at cardinal health I was interviewing to become a shift lead.  (this is where I start to get real vague) a year later I become a supervisor, a year later I started this blog.

No matter where I go, how much I avoid it, I cannot escape leadership. I’ve tried and tried, but it seems like people naturally gravitate to that conclusion. Or I subconsciously force the agenda, either way they agree to it. The things I skipped out on over the last bit(I forgot why I started writing this and it kind of became a brief biography) deal with attitude towards tasks. Everything I did along the way I did to the best of my abilities. I dedicated myself to it to become better and more proficient. I was great at sales, even when I wasn’t making them I was getting them customers, just not through me because I found them better deals. As a stocker I was wicked fast and came up with great techniques, as a shipper I refined the process so much I had tons of downtime to help other people(mostly it ended up with me being stuck on the dock not doing anything). As a shift lead I was an incredibly fast picker and learned a bunch of new machines, I think I did an alright job…. Then as a supervisor… wellll J people have different opinions.

You know, when I started this I wanted to end up talking about YouTube and streaming games and vlogging and blogging and all that stuff. Tangents man, they’re a bitch. So I haven’t felt a good sense of direction in a long time. Recording lets plays and doing the vlogs and everything is a lot of fun and it’s given me a bit of that. I’ve got things where I try hard and work on that aren’t work. That aren’t competitive. It’s just for my own enjoyment. HOPEFULLY someone else enjoys it too, but you know, whatever. Fuck ‘em right? Do you, discover yourself. I am Casey, I am 26 years old, I have no idea who I am or why I’m here. I’ll keep doing my best to figure that out though. If you’ve made it this far, awesome. Thanks for reading. I won’t talk about work and other weird dreary shit for a while.

Crash and Burn

Casey

Go Hawks!