You get up at 5:30 in the morning, have somebody walk through your home and get into your ♥♥♥♥ because you have trash in your trash can. (You take the trash out on your way to PT, you explain that, they don't care)

Then you go out and stand in a formation, get a speech about how the outside of the barracks looks like crap because the grass is too long. (Civilian contractors cut it on a schedule) and that before anybody goes home it needs to be fixed.

Then you break off into groups and do the same ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ warm up exercises you've been doing every day for the last two years, and then you go for a 2 mile run but you have to turn around 127 times because the platoon sergeant made a kid thats on profile run because he didn't have his profile in his pocket.

So you come back, take a shower, get dressed and go to grab your clothes out of the dryer- except somebody's taken them out damp and put them on top of the dryer so they can dry their own ♥♥♥♥.

So you put them back in the basket, put that in your room, and then go to breakfast at the DFAC. Luckily your DFAC is open, because out of 9 dining facilities on your post only two are open right now for various reasons.

So you go stand in a ridiculous line, waiting to eat. You keep looking at your watch because motor pool formation is coming quickly, and you just say screw it because you don't want to miss formation.

Run to the motor pool, stand in another formation, and have an open ranks inspection where the CSM is walking down each company looking at ID cards, ID tags, haircuts and shaves.

They make another formation with anybody that didn't meet the all of a sudden expected standard, get told by the 1SG that you're giant pieces of ♥♥♥♥, and to go fix yourselves and come right back.

Except the CSM has posted several NCO's at the gate, who aren't letting anybody leave, and are taking names of Soldiers that do to attend appointments and whatnot.

So everybody goes back to their truck lines, continues PMCS. The CSM and BN XO are going down the lines ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ all over Soldiers doing PMCS if they don't have a TM in their hands for PMCS, regardless if the TM for said vehicle is a shortage or not.

Eventually it gets sorted out and you PMCS the 9 vehicles your section is responsible for by doing them two at a time with the two TM's you actually have all the pages for.

You're getting ready to go to lunch chow, except you got picked for the barracks maintenance detail to cut grass and clean windows because the First Sergeants figured it would be easier to get it knocked out during chow.

So you go to the barracks to get started, but the Battalion doesn't have any lawnmowers that work. So some of the NCO's in the company drive to their houses to get their own personal ♥♥♥♥, with their own personal fuel, and they get back about an hour later and you get started.

Except the CSM, who just happens to be driving by, sees Soldiers using non-military procured lawn maintenance stuff, and tells them they aren't allowed to use it and to go sign for some from your Brigade down the street.

You go to Brigade, and (the guy that has the shed key just happens to be there) tells you that unless you can show you have full PPE you can't sign out the equipment.

So somebody runs back to the barracks, gets their PPE, and then drives the riding mower down the street to the Barracks.

Lawn gets cut, lunch is over, so you go to the shoppette and buy some ♥♥♥♥♥♥ food and eat in your car.

After wolfing down your food, it's now about 1400. You get word that everybody in the company has to complete an online course that can only be accessed on a DOD computer by COB or nobody gets released.

There's only three computers in the company footprint that can get used.

So a bunch of Soldiers go to the library, go to other companies, go to Battalion if they have friends there, etc.

You get lucky and get yours done reasonably quickly, except you have to go back to the library and re-print it because they wanted the certificates printed in landscape instead of standard.

So you go back, get it done, and report back to work.

It's now about 1615. You're really looking forward to getting off and just sitting in your room and playing some video games.

Except 10 of you got hey-you'd to go to the motor pool and hang parts that were just picked up at the SSA.

You ask if you can head down after chow to your PSG, who tells you nope- parts have to get hung first.

PSG tells you he will send down MRE's for y'all to eat.

Head to the motor pool, start installing headlights, mirrors, and other ♥♥♥♥ that clearly could have waited until tomorrow.

One of the mechanics points out that one of your trucks has a class 3 leak, and that you need to dry sweep up everything before you go home.

It's now just after 1800. You head back to the barracks, check your phone and you've had 4-5 missed group chats that tell everybody to head back to the company until everybody gets 100% on the online training.

You head to the company, and about an hour and a half later you have a release formation. You head back to your room, and over the next three hours you recieve about 15 different group messages asking for your date of birth, last weapon qual date, DODID number, along with passing info on all the various taskings that you have the next day.