Again, the dude did it again, and on the worst of days. We had to be up at 4:30am for a 5 miles hike in our main packs with rifles, flak, and kevlar. I even called it the night before. I told my other roomate he would probably come through the door with a breaching charge, slap him on the forehead with his junk, then proceed to turn on the lights and open his locker with a sledge hammer. Lo and behold, come 2:30am he stumbles in, turns on the light, and starts rummaging through his junk and putting everything together because he didn't pack his gear like everyone else the night before.

Come 6am everyone is lined up outside with their rifle and gear and ready to go. Three hours later we finish and go to turn in our weapons, and if ruining my morning was bad enough, that guy tries to hold me up on our lunch break while he waits in line at the armory to pitch a fuss about getting bitched at by one of our Sergeants for blowing up our morning. Every day. We said forget it and walked back to shower up, eat, and relax. He tried to complain to my other roomate, but he wasn't having any of it. So now I'm writing this before I pass out and catch up on lost sleep.

Ugh...