So there is this guy who works in Jet Shop and his name is Joshua Wilkerson. I saw him one day a couple of months ago and it was weird to be working with another guy named Wilkerson.
The names Josh, Chris and Justin are the most popular names at in my shop. Its like 5 of each...but anyway.
So since I've gotten here I've been getting e-mails telling me I'm overdue for appointments, physicals and other shit. All of it is Josh Wilkerson's shit. I keep up-to-date on all my training but I'll have my Flight Chief call me out for "coming due" on stuff I took a class for the day before. I have random people coming up to me in the shop to ask me about shit that doesn't pertain to me. The other day somebody came from the other side of the flight line saying that they were yelling my name... he said he asked if anyone knew Wilkerson and they pointed at me so he starts yelling out "Josh, Josh".
MY NAME IS DAMON!
How in the hell would you confuse a 6 foot tall 175lb white guy with a 6'2'' 200lb Black guy!?
My new flights chiefs even accidentally called me Josh one day...I corrected that shit! BULLSHIT!
Like today its close to time for us to leave work and Airman Crane says to me as I walk back into the CAMS room (computer room) "hey Damon, did you forget something?" I said "fuck no!" Then she pulls out this floppy disk with the name "Wilkerson" written on it. I was fucking shocked...especially since I haven't used one of those in like 10 years!
So I look to see whats on this piece of shit! Josh Wilkerson's EPR report! This bastard leaves his shit in the computer and I catch shit for it! I've had enough of this muthafucka!
Oh! by the way..... when I get back to my dorm and check my mail, guess who's bills I have in my box..... KILL THAT MUTHAFUCKA!
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