Melancholic Derivations

January 15, 2004

Discussions with Sim today about doing our FFI brought back a flood of memories. Memories from a time not so long ago when Ricson and Luqman were still around and were discussing THEIR FFIs. For all those non-SAF personnel, a FFI is done on only a few occasions during your NSF life, one of which being the months before you leave the service. My time has come surely and I will grab it with both hands.

Work has been getting more unpleasant by the day due to the upcoming FURTHER centralisation of camps. Imagine this, IBM and Dell merge to form a larger company but the workforce that runs this combined company is only equivalent to that of Dell's original number. More work, more shit but same amount of people. Another 'great' step forward for the SAF no doubt with seemingly 'excellent' planning.

I've come to a stage where I just want to get out of camp at every opportunity possible. It doesn't matter if it's for a detail or dispatch just as long as I leave that shithole.

Our new Commanding Officer's an extremely demanding person and that doesn't bode well for the future of our battalion. Not that I care anyway. I just hope and pray that he'll leave me alone for my last months when he takes over in March. Sitting in the CO Conference two days ago, I could only smile as I watched him pull his weight and hand out orders which were nasty to say the least. Somehow, I don't think it's going to be a good year for Jack and Reza.

I'm sorry if my thoughts seem disjointed today but I just can't seem to focus. Perhaps it's the fear at the back of my mind about work that's causing this.

Traveller fell apart at 11:26 PM


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