Re: Wow- great bag

On May 8, 2:00 pm, The Real Bev <bashley...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Richard Henry wrote:
On May 8, 10:14 am, The Real Bev <bashley...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:
A mighty Hungarian warrior wrote:
<bashley...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote this crap:

Now you know why I can retire.  It took me over half an hour to open
the safe because I haven't opened it in a year, and I knew the
combination.

If it's one of those nasty DOD-approved locks, that makes perfect
sense.

Now then, One of my first duties was to open a vault.  So I am quite
familiar with opening safes and vaults.

Good for you.  All the stuff we had was second hand and flakey as all
hell. Opening the damn door required between 1 and 5 tries no matter WHO
tried it. Fortunately we always got lucky when the security inspector
(gimlet-eyed ***) was there.

A serious security problem with which I dealt successfully:  Should the
door-opening log be kept on the inside or outside the door?  I won the
argument, but if I told you the answer I'd have to kill you.

I was an FSA and I got a perfect score on the test, one point higher than
our security consultant.  I don't see how anybody could miss even ONE
question on the test.  The book had PICTURES for chrissake, and the test
was open-book. The ISM came out on CD just after I left.  Naturally :-(

You probably don't know what I'm talking about.  Industrial security is
very different from military security.  We carry clipboards instead of
guns.

As NAS Miramar AIMD WC 620 Classified Documents Petty Officer, I was
responsible for all documents stored in the safe in the screened room.  Even
those that had been lost up to 10 years before.

No problem, as long as the records actually show it was lost. Somewhere. By
someone. Maybe. With some sort of semi-rational explanation.

I got the job soon before I was to be discharged, since that made me
untouchable.

Honorable, I assume.  I would hate to think of classified documents being
guarded by a person soon to receive a DIShonorable discharge.  OTOH, stranger
things have happened.

Of all the unpleasant things I had to do in former lives, dealing with the
security paperwork (it was ONLY paperwork, with the exception of some
apparently-obsolete-at-the-time chips I had to keep track of in my identity as
Alternate Comsec Custodian) was one of the things I miss the least, but being a
personnel puke was worse.

A thing that always grated on me was the use of the noun 'key' without an article.

My first day as Classified Document PO, I had the shop chief and the
departing CD PO witness an inventory. When we came to the missing
documents, I was assured that they were lost so long ago that nobody
remembered who lost them, what their content was, or even if they were
still classified.

The whole issue paled beside the CPO's other problems. He had adopted
a young Vietnamese girl because he had known her father when he served
in Saigon, and then had encountered her again at the refugee camp on
Grandee Island in Subic Bay, PI - she was the only member of the
family to get out. However, she was a little too grateful to him, if
you get my drift, and he was soon gone with a dishonorable discharge.
The Shore Patrol handed him over to the local sheriff's deputies at
the gate.

In my last job, I had a security clearance adequate to design and
approve the design of mechanisms and circuits intended to protect the
keys in certain radios, but not adequate to write any text about
them. The unclassified schematic and block diagram could show
completely the function of the stuff to anyone skilled enough to read
them, but I could not write down its name or function. To do so would
have made the drawings so classified that I would no longer have been
allowed to look at them or to admit they existed.
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