Great post! I had a few good laughs reading the stories. +1
I actually had an XO's Mast, what a joke. Everyone was cracking a smile, including the XO, except for the useless Chief who had placed me on report. By the 'letter of the law' the Chief was right, but it was a crock of shit. You need to understand that in my day a person could stay in the service, no matter how useless they might have been, they were just placed in jobs where they could do the least damage.
We were in Yuma on a det and a sandstorm came up that canceled all flight operations. A few buddies and I took this rare opportunity and headed to Mexicali for the day. The Chief of the det put me on report because I had the duty. Duty? What duty? Op's had been canceled! Funny thing... I was the only Sailor to be placed on report, we ALL had the duty. Now I'm not going to go into the history this Chief and I had, I'll just say he took this opportunity to try and get even. (Asshole that he was.)
Anyway... the report chit made its way from Yuma to Cecil Field, where it promptly got lost in the mail room for weeks and weeks. Finally it was delivered to my division office where it again became lost for weeks and weeks. The Chief, meanwhile was coming unglued. Why the wait? Finally I get a call from the XO asking me to come up and see him. (The day before the Mast.) He and I had known each other for a few years, very good relationship. Anyway he explained that he had to do this Mast. We chatted a while, talked about a few old good times and I left his office. The next day I stood Mast. My punishment... I had to sweep the hangar deck one time. BTW, the chit had been buried for months. The Chief had steam coming out of his ears.
Moral of the story: Do your job well and be a good Sailor. Shit happens for ya!
Steve