Tombor
03-02-2003, 10:07 PM
I've been trying to get into the Air Force for about 7 months now dating back to last July. I get an 87 on my ASVAB, but I'm overweight... the odyessy begins when I meet one group of recruiters who weigh me at 241 and measure me at 6'2 and half. I'm suppose to get down to 217 because they fear the MEPS guys will send me back down. So I try to. I get down to, I think, 230ish. They now measure me at 6'3 (guess I slouched the first time...) now I need to get to 224. Those recruiters never call me back to check my prognosis after I give them my big giant case file...
I go see another recruiter in December. I'm 248 (holidays...). New recruiter reminds me of a break dancer filled with wisdom from those movies about break dancers made in 1984... Guy has me come in every week to get weighed. I lose weight. I get to 243 the first week. He believes I want this for real (I do...). Keeps me coming in. 238. 236. Guy has me fill out another case file. Wants me to get to 224.
I come in a week later. 232. Impressed. Hand him case file. Come in again a week later. Same weight. Give him my diploma. Give him SS card.
Now he freaks out at my case file. I answer yes to a couple medical questions. I got flat feet. I got a scar on my leg (scratched it on a mattress spring a year or so ago). I broke my right arm twice when I was a kid. I saw a therapist for maybe a month a year or so ago. Never got put on anything. Had 3 speeding tickets. Those are all issues that could send me back on a shuttle.
What does he do? He tells me to lie about all of it. He thinks I can't or I won't ("you seem like somebody who won't shut his yap"). I agree that I won't. Initial a couple papers about drug abuse. Has me set up for next week.
225 and a half with clothers. Sees that I got flat feet. His CO looks semi-pissed about something. Delays it to this week.
Sorry for the ranting. I think I rather be a coward and go to school on a loan... Wonder if the other branches are like this...
I go see another recruiter in December. I'm 248 (holidays...). New recruiter reminds me of a break dancer filled with wisdom from those movies about break dancers made in 1984... Guy has me come in every week to get weighed. I lose weight. I get to 243 the first week. He believes I want this for real (I do...). Keeps me coming in. 238. 236. Guy has me fill out another case file. Wants me to get to 224.
I come in a week later. 232. Impressed. Hand him case file. Come in again a week later. Same weight. Give him my diploma. Give him SS card.
Now he freaks out at my case file. I answer yes to a couple medical questions. I got flat feet. I got a scar on my leg (scratched it on a mattress spring a year or so ago). I broke my right arm twice when I was a kid. I saw a therapist for maybe a month a year or so ago. Never got put on anything. Had 3 speeding tickets. Those are all issues that could send me back on a shuttle.
What does he do? He tells me to lie about all of it. He thinks I can't or I won't ("you seem like somebody who won't shut his yap"). I agree that I won't. Initial a couple papers about drug abuse. Has me set up for next week.
225 and a half with clothers. Sees that I got flat feet. His CO looks semi-pissed about something. Delays it to this week.
Sorry for the ranting. I think I rather be a coward and go to school on a loan... Wonder if the other branches are like this...