What a waste of electrons. Don't worry, folks this is self-correcting. Apparently we have Orville's descendant amongst us. Clue, if you haven't done the math on the fact you received one of the most vaunted slots in the orbit of American aviation combined with the realism of readily accessible pay charts means if I see you at solo or much less getting winged it will be a day too long for us military aviators.
Who cares what you make? The fact we, the American taxpayer, are footing the bill for your truly phenomenal education, and on top of that paying you a sum that at the minimum, will keep you off food stamps ultimately begs the obvious overarching question, do you have a clue on what you signed up for beyond the dollar and cents column? Even after 8 years of military service, a spaghetti chart on pay, et al, confuses you? We're not talking quadratic equations here, it's a simpleton's pay chart, not too challenging, got it? It's only going to get more confusing, so who gives a rat's a** on what you will be paid? In short, if you need to ask, then question why people slam you for not even being able to cross the threshold of "Mr Moto?" In the end, get a clue, or buy a clue.
Did you touch a nerve, in a word, yes. I had a buddy who got killed pre solo on a ground mishap, you know what, fresh out of commissioning? She never once asked about your asinine crap--how much she would make as a butter bar---what an idiotic question.
If the reward of being an officer, with an opportunity to obtain a freely multi-million dollar education is not sufficient then why ask a question that is readily accessible? You know what? Ultimately your mindset is self-correcting for you are truly lazy. Therefore, you will be lazy enough in flight school to get kicked out, or you will pooch a flight. Remember the term, "triggers-pull." Too bad the Guard wasted a slot on you, but as my flight commander stated in T-38's there are no quotas, either you can fly IAW with the Air Force or not, for you that means, the Guard slot stink won't save you from your clueless self. Raise your personal bar or perish. Cheers!
