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Sunday, June 18, 2006 - 23:14 SGT
Posted By: Gilbert

Another Recap

Last full week of pre-ORD NS life. Filled in as night clerk for Monday night, with the unneeded consolation that they were showing the World Cup at my duty station. Tuesday, had my succulent chicken drumstick, painstakingly saved for last as the climax of a bland lunch, stolen by two enterprising crows.

Still, they deserved it for making it to my plate under stealth in the ten seconds it took me to get a drink and return. From where they appeared, I do not know. Furthermore, I don't think they have ever attacked leftovers. Picky tastes there.

Putting it into perspective, feeding dogs and feeding crows - what's the big difference? Other than the dogs being nice enough to wag their tails and look expectantly, that is. Hey, if it had been those teeny sparrows instead, I'm sure I wouldn't have minded at all. Outward appearances do matter, however politically correct we try to be.

Tuesday night was a partial stand-in while the original personnel was having his range. I'll miss all those nights of using the office internet-enabled computer. Incredibly, some sites seem to load faster there than at home, notably PvP Online. YouTube etc are blocked, unfortunately.

Productivity can't be that high without the specialised resources of my home system, so I also whiled away the hours at Terran Legacy, a two-click mindless online game that was all the rage during my secondary school days. I mean, my colleagues entertained themselves with Kitty Kannon. Yes, it is boring there.

And when it's not boring, one soon wants the idleness to return. In crude army terms, when the shit comes, it comes in big packages. One can switch from having nothing at all to do, to being crazily overloaded in a second, usually when a phone call comes. No wonder there is a certain reluctance from some guys to pick up the phone unless there is no other alternative.

Take for instance Thursday - was tasked to call up a bunch of 2SG and above for an event that night. Many were unreachable, and repeating the same line over and over again gets old quickly, especially when our only line, so often quiet, suddenly was in high demand. That took up the whole afternoon.

Then half an hour or so before closing time, a reminder for the department to provide three marshallers tomorrow morning. Okay, my name was not on the list. However one guy had to go for physiotherapy the next day, could I fill in? Okay, I shrugged. Did it once a few weeks back, just stand and wave a flag for awhile. Right? Wrong.

First off, it was not your usual morning run. It was a special officers' induction run. And by tomorrow morning, they meant, "be out of bed by 2am" morning.

Wtf.

In civillian life, I admit that there is not much opportunity to stand around in camo pants at 4am by a deserted railway track, counting the taxis going by. Since we were detailed more out of habit than necessity, as suspected, with the organizing officer very conscientious in guiding the tight running pack anyway, the only happy fellas out there were the mosquitoes, who got a surprise Gilbert takeaway deluxe.

Finally got back to topple in bed at 7am. Three more working days.


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