So fun fact, when one is in the military, 50 hour weeks are nice, calm weeks, especially when on deployment when one is in Engineering Department (on conventional ships) or Reactor Department (on nuclear powered ships or boats). Those are your weeks of very light loading, where you are just standing your watches, doing mandatory training, getting maintenance done, generating your paperwork, performing all of your admin, and taking care of qualifications (if you're in a leadership position, ensure you add another 20 hours a week to take care of your personnel).
And guess what? We still manage to fucking shower. Do self care. Many of my Sailors and myself were capable of fitting in gym time and nice showers. Of making our racks and ensuring everything was inspection-ready. Of doing our fucking laundry. Of socializing with our friends. Getting meals on the mess decks, playing cards with the boys, going to ice cream socials, watching movies on ship TV, writing letters to loved ones, reading books, doing what internet surfing one could on our shitty connection underway, etc.
aka: The vast majority of Sailors work far more than 50 hours a week during deployments (and in Reactor Department with our coveted 4 section duty in port on most ships (3 on submarines), about 50 hours a week in port), and aren't fucking degenerate slobs on the verge of mental breakdowns.
Anna would've been like the one sailor that I unfortunately had flashbacks to - he was on USS FirstShip, and he was a filthy fuck. This was the kid that was JUST LIKE ANNA. Didn't do his laundry. Didn't take regular showers. Did his work, but didn't socialize with anyone.
One of my friends stole his laundry and washed it in a mop bucket while on watch because she couldn't stand his stench (they were on the same watch team together).
His Chief put him on monitored showers - yes, he had a 'shower buddy' who was tasked to watch him shower and ensure he properly used soap.
He had daily rack inspections to ensure he was actually putting fresh sheets on his bed and keeping things squared away.
He not only made life miserable for himself for the one deployment he was on, he made it miserable for everyone stuck in his vicinity.
He's also the ONLY Sailor I've ever seen legitimately processed for 'Failure to Adapt' and kicked the fuck out of the Navy. Basically, leadership said 'we don't trust this guy to operate nuclear reactors if he can't even take a fucking shower' and did not recommend him for promotion/retention on three consecutive evaluations, which forced NAVSEA and NRs hands and resulted in him being Admin Sep'd.
Anna would've been that Sailor if she wasn't such a fat undisciplined fuck.
She would've been the smelly shithead that earned the ire of everyone in her division and got thrown out of the damned military.
