Not shit on, but it feels like it...

One of the things I keep forgetting as a milspouse is that there is no concept of karma in the Navy. The guys who backstab the same people whose shoulders they climb to get to the top, who never do any work outside of delegating tasks or ever seem to gather a solid set of knowledge, those are the ones who get ahead. The hard workers, the ones who take one for the team and who consider the needs of the Navy when making personal decisions, those get the shaft. Every. Time.

YodaMan wasn't in line for a promotion, but it was a very distant possibility. After he got screwed out of a LONG list of lineal numbers (about nine months' worth) just for transferring communities and then *gasp* taking orders to Bahrain when the war was imminent and there was a definite need for his presence, after he got screwed out of cherry orders and ended up being an Admiral's aide during one of the worst possible times to be anywhere near the Beltway, and after the last two horrible years of constant underways and back-to-back deployments followed by this upcoming IA... well, let's just say I lost focus on the whole karma bit. I hoped against hope that somewhere in the deepest blackest hole of the Navy, someone would take note of all our sacrifices and say, "Gee, he sure deserves it over this backstabbing, jackass idiot." Nah. Didn't happen.

Like YodaMan said, it was a big step away from being a pipe dream, but it was there. Next year, he should be in zone or very close to it. But with nine months of lineal numbers lost to doing "what's best for the Navy," he's still way behind the jackasses and dingleberry losers who pepper the halls of the Navy. :sigh: Whatever.

In other news, the detailer from hell - the same one who's running on a massive power trip since he, as a mere widdle lieutenant, has the power to cut freaking orders for commanders and lt commanders - still has not responded to a single one of my darling husband's phone calls or e-mails. He is officially hexed. Please to take note. I'm thinking of turning him into a newt. That or cursing him with the scent of elderberries. At least if I go with newt, he'll get better.