Extra Duty, fuck

So, me and the other holdovers got back from a detail, (we had to dress up casualty manikins in uniforms and body armor).
We battle buddy back from the dfac, and I notice two dudes going up into the bay. We're not supposed to be up there during the day, I was tired, and sick (still am) with something, so I thought: Fuck it. (a foggy excuse I came up with was: its only me and another female down here, If I stay down here w/o another male or female, I'm fucked, If I go up, I'm fucked. Oh well. )

I go there, doors are unlocked, I see one dude listening to music, and the other is asleep.

I go to my bunk, and rack the fuck out.

I sleep, for a good while, then I get up, I'm about to go back to sleep, then I hear: in a shrill, annoying voice: FEMALE ON THE FLOOR.

Fuck, its Sargent, (hmmm, lets call her.. Sargent Kilo?, nope. Kila? sure why the fuck not.)

Fuck, its Sargent Kila.

"You have 30 seconds to get out of my bay!" (Takes longer than 30 seconds, someone else is still in the latrine.)

Hell, she didn't even see me in the bay.

We go downstairs, people are lined up at the platoon sargent's office.

we go inside, do our 10 pushups, that we're supposed to do every time we go inside their office, and she explains and bitches that we're not supposed to be in the bay, ( and she pilled on a whole bunch of bad sounding shit on the counseling statement: like, failure to obey orders from an nco, not at place of duty at appointed time, failure to report in and shit like that)

So now, everone that was caught has school of soldiers for two Saturdays.

Fuck.

Fuck this place.

For the sake of my diminishing fucks, please let my orders come soon.

I want to get through this AIT TRADOC bullshit, get to a unit, do my job, make myself better with little overbearing fuckeries, and generally, go about my life, giving no fucks.