First night at BMQ - Having our sergeant come to introduce himself and see my buddy unrolling a blue civie bag onto the cot. Sgt stands there for a second, then belts out 'What the f--- do you think you're doing?!' only to have buddy reply that he wasn't issued a sleeping bag. Then the rest of the section pipes in about their missing kit such as no combat boots, no bush hats, no tac vests, dog tags, military IDs, uniforms that were literraly see through.
Filling out the missing kit list so that all the stuff we're missing can be issued to us, going over it with the sergeant to make sure everything was in order and I could actually get a set of webbing (since it had been made clear we weren't going to get tac vests, but apparently the army felt it was unnecessary to issue me even webbing). We get to the place, I get a package with combat gloves. Oh, they tossed me another butt pack, which I already had. So I resorted to putting both on my cot with the canteen, gas mask, and KFS for inspection.
Carrying the bayonet in my left cargo pocket on the pants due to a lack of webbing and/or tac vest until the pocket on two pairs of pants were ripped apart and I was told to leave it in my barracks box.
Going through BMQ/SQ without webbing or a tac vest.
Having a sergeant yell at us when we were at the canex looking through the CPgear catalogue that the army would issue us with everything we needed (apparently loading bearing kit is no longer needed by the infantry?)
Having my 2IC lend me his tac-vest while we're learning weapon drills, then walking around between classes having recuits from other platoons snapping to attention and calling room because the 2ICs rank slip on was on the left shoulder of said tac-vest.
Holding the door open for the platoon officer when he's coming out of a building while we're all on a few minutes of break between classes, and realizing that I'm the only noticing he's coming out and therefore have to say group and salute, but I'm holding the door with my right hand. After a second of debating, I snapped to attention, saluted, and positioned my body so that my right foot would hold the door open. I was rather proud of myself at the time.
Oh! Another great one! Having my Elcan loose and fall off the rifle (beginning of BMQ, I didn't want to do anything lest I mess up the sight or rifle) and then having an instructor, who's a weapons tech, conclude that the mounting had worn down and couldn't stay on the rifle after spending ten minutes trying to put it on. Later on, during a break, I took it out, and screwed it back onto the rifle. Never got loose or fell off again, funny that.