If my posts have seemed slightly uninspired (or entirely absent) lately, it’s partly due to the fact that my mind is almost completely focused on something else. This is something that sailors go through every couple years or so. It’s time to figure out where the service is going to take me next. My detailing process has started.
I’ve mentioned before that I’ve been on a terrific shore duty for a couple years now. Well, I’ll be returning to sea towards the end of this year (with a stop in Rhode Island for school), so it’s time to figure out what ship I will be serving on. I received my slate (the list of jobs that will be available to me) last week, and my family and I are currently ranking the options. Later this week, I will send my preferences off to my detailer. She will compare my list to those of the 50 other lieutenants that will be competing for those jobs with me. With any luck, my goals will coincide with the Navy’s needs, and I will be able to get one of the ships that I want.
It’s hard to explain how nerve wracking this process can be. When my slate arrived in my inbox on Thursday, I wasn’t able to open it for about an hour and a half. You do everything you can to keep the futures of you and your family in your own hands, but someone else always has something to say about it. When the dice don’t roll your way, all you can do is salute, say “yes sir,” and carry on smartly. A lot of sailors get upset with their detailers when this happens, but I realize that they have a nearly impossible job. They have to somehow assign 50+ different jobs to 50+ different sailors that all have different priorities. That’s incredibly difficult, and some people are going to get jobs that they weren’t looking for. It’s just the nature of the beast, and you can’t blame the detailers for it. (Please, please, please let my detailer read this post.)
I did eventually open the e-mail, and I was very pleasantly surprised with what I saw. There are a ton of jobs that I would love to have and none that I would really hate. I’m not going to go too deeply into my thought process here because it’s a scary and dangerous place, but I will say that my 1st goal is staying in San Diego. I’ve drug my family all over this fine country for so long that I would like to give them a few years of stability in one place.
Therefore, I will ask for your forgiveness. While I love writing this blog on the daily basis, a large percentage of my mental attention (which is limited in the first place) will be devoted towards ranking my priorities. While I won’t know the answer for over a month yet, it should be out of my hands by the end of this week. Hopefully, once that happens, I’ll be able to devote some more time to Military Dad and all of its loyal readers (most of which I’m related to). Thank you for your patience, and if you have any questions about the detailing process, feel free to leave them in the comments below or e-mail me at militarydadblog(at)yahoo(dot)com. I will answer them very promptly.