You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

I must apologise for not being quite industrious as I would like to be — and have pledged to be previously.
But moving on.

Today was quite a good day. In a matter on just one day, people can really change their attitude towards you.
And of course finding out that they’re merely a month or two “older” than you over there at work, makes the whole job easier. I mean, it’s not like they’ve been there since forever. (Which if the case, would be really sad.)

You see today the OCTs came to conduct an exercise. I have dealt with OCTs before, so it wasn’t a big deal for the second time round.
What was big was their cocked-up arrogance.
I mean, like what the hell! I don’t give an F what the hell you might be (though one of them will be my TSO soon, in June) or not, but it’s my store and the items and equipments are for me to dispense and for you to take. You don’t just walk around and ignoring me while taking whatever you deem fit.

So much for officers in the making. It’s pointless to be so highly-ranked and yet be so lowly-disciplined. So it’s true. We salute the rank, not the person. I hope Zul is nothing like these people. He probably is the nicest one there.

But I ain’t throwing the baby out of the water over some of them. Their radio I/C was polite and nice. And a good laugh too. He smiled throughout the whole testing phase, and wasn’t like the other F-up OCTs who were either staring at you like as if they own you.
I find it really repulsive that they show an utter lack of respect for our space and equipment. Regardless of whether you used the sets before, we decide which parts/accessories go where. You don’t just walk around, ignoring us, and doing anything you want. Period.
Even my TSOs take care to ask our permission to look at sets or our records. And let’s not go into their ranks here — they are way higher than those OCTs rude-freaks.

On more sobering news, it looks like the campaign of my homegirl Hillary Clinton may be coming to an end. Though by no means, coming to any closure.

She’s really determined to win, and is really considering going in for the long haul. And by long haul, I mean she’ll probably needs to haul ass on the double.

She’s lost her lead in the delegate tally (both pledged and won) and she also lost her lead in campaign finance. What’s happening!?
I feel so frustrated now. (Though her comments on Iran recently made me swerve a bit to the Obambi camp. Just a bit.)

Oh well.

I realise two days back that I had a ton of credits for this year. So I went and bought 3 running vests (usually reserved for SGTs), and also 2 running shorts and a pair of socks. So now I have six pairs of socks. For what reason I am so unsure of right now.
But anyways, it’s really cool to have some thing that reads Camp Name (for personal reasons — and the Official Secrets Act — I will not mention names or places).
It’s all about the identity. The more you identify with the people or place, the more you feel more integrated and less of an outcast.
At first I had believed that you could be a social outcast around camp and still manage things, but after that rather disastrous attempt a few weeks back, I decided to change my approach and instead try to hang around and get to know people better.
And it seems to be working. From people who I usually won’t associate with and had previously not talked to me, to the people who I had known quite sparsely, I have really grown up a bit here.
I mean, there is this guy Joshua, who is quite the rebel. But he’s articulate and we talked before, mostly about work and stuff. But after yesterday tag-team badminton match (in which we won all our matches), things have gotten quite friendly. We talk more, and also about other non-work stuff. So maybe this new approach can work.

Cheers to all. I need not run on Wednesday. We simply need to play badminton. More cheers. I love badminton.

sdl2

p.s. Tomorrow is so the last working day of the week. Will so be happy. Maybe I’ll stay back for the sake of mending strengthening ties with my workmates. Ciao.