Originally Posted by
N19906
I look over at those four stripes hanging my the closet before tomorrow's 04:00 show, and think about how long it took me to earn them, and what they stand for, then I look at this guy, and I feel ill. (I'll leave out the "serious bodily harm" tirade...)
It's still demanding, but some days, I think it's gotten too easy to get here.
This is how I feel. The idea that this idiot is my peer literally makes my stomach turn.