As to the original title of this thead, I will offer a story, then let you all get back to SWO manning numbers, et al.
My only SWO experience came from a cross deck exchange thingy that my CO, at the time, thought would be useful. My CO and the CO of the Mobile Bay somehow knew each other and their JO's and ours would switch places for a couple of days. My couple of days were miserable.
Now, I started things off bad by my own ignorance of SWO life. Don't call the ship "a boat", don't call the CO "Skipper", and don't call the XO (even though he is an O-4) by his first name. My bad. I get it. Also, WTF is the deal with asking permission to eat? My buddy and I solved this by showing up first and leaving last. That way we didn't have to ask anybody. In fact, we had Ensigns (we were JGs) ask us to "join the mess". "Sure, knock yourself out," was our reply. They looked puzzled. They did have excellent food and dog on that Cruiser, I must admit.
What I noticed was that the unpinned SWO types lived life in total fear. I remember them playing XBOX with their SWO learning books in their laps, I thought this was odd. Then, I learned why they did it. As soon as a knock on the door came, they threw their controllers into the cabinet with the TV, shut the door to said cabinet and their heads went directly into their books. If one of their aviation roommates was there, he would just take the controller from them. This was in case the CO or a DH was knocking on the door. My thought at the time was, "I'll bet they are having a Halo tournament in our Ready Room right now and I'll bet that a DH is getting his ass kicked by the junior guy and I'm sure that junior guy is talking shit the whole time." But, these guys were telling me tale after tale that did nothing to change the sterotype of the miserable SWO.
That crew was united in only one thing...their hatred of the CO. That man was a fucking tyrant to hear them tell it. He would later be relieved of command for fucking one of his junior sailors. Oops.
I spent my one and only night in an enlisted rack that night and wanted to kill myself. I had so much more respect for my guys after that "sleeping" experience.
Only once in my life have I said, "I really wish I was on an Aircraft Carrier right now," and it was while I was on a Cruiser.