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After work today I had the day shift guy who drives our shop van shuttle take me to South Park. South Park is the part of the base that has all of the company’s other stuff, work related anyway. Meaning a huge shop for heavy wheeled trucks, and tents they use to inspect the trucks and a huge shop for minor repairs (TPE) the tire shop/billeting/HR/security and all the offices. Plus the other companies that are here doing the same thing we are. South Park is also where the 10 man tents that we have been promised are. It is also where hundreds of tactical vehicles are sitting waiting, grouped by model. Think of the biggest car lot you have ever seen, now instead of cars it’s full of trucks the smallest is a HMMWV up to the size of a tank. Scattered throughout are about 12 shops to work on these trucks. The shops have a foot print of a football field, with a top that looks like someone cut a giant tin can long ways and stuck it on top.

So I caught a ride over there and went to human resources where they gave me the phone number of the person who knew the name of the guy who carried my bag from Bahgrahm. I got his name Ed. It took HR a while but they told me Ed worked in Heavy wheel. I walked about half a mile over to Heavy wheel, there were three Ed’s. I asked them and none of them knew anything about my bag, then I asked if any of them had just come from Bahgrahm. Ed said he had then I asked if he brought an extra bag that wasn’t his and he said yes. Sometimes you really have to lead people! He said that transportation had picked up him and an Indian guy from the airport, and he left it on the bus with the Indian guy. Ed told me where the Indian guy worked, another half mile walk and I tracked down the Indian guy. He told me he left it on the bus, so I said “Transportation has it?” he said yes. Another half mile walk to HR, so I can call the transportation guy. He says that his guy dropped my bag off at property; I tell him I need a ride to property.

They send a short but to come and get me. It turns out that property’s office is in the back of my shop. I had no idea; you have to go through a door in the back of the break room. The property guy isn’t there; he is out at South Park unloading a connex with tools in it. I take my short bus back to South Park. I start going from shop to shop looking for a guy unloading tools from a connex. Finally I find him and I let him finish and explain the situation. He told me that the transportation guy told him that it was my bag and that it didn’t come with me. So he figured that I had gone on leave and left it with property to store. A lot of people will do that because if you going to be gone for three weeks and you want your stuff to be safe you leave it with property. So he took me over to his storage, luckily he had his own gator (a cross between a golf cart and four wheeler, they are all over here). There it was my bag!

The property guy was even nice enough to give me a ride back to my tent. What a good day!