its going to be a long time before my next friday duty comes along. after today, 2 more duties and i will be done with duties until after my surgery, my hospitalization leave and excuse. tuesday duty is going to suck with a sucky doo, but i will manage. off on monday is making me smile. hehehe. then i will be off the whole following week.
my university interview is coming up in about 2 weeks time but i dont think im well prepared for it. frankly, i am extremely nervous, but i dont see what i can actually do about this now, except read up and listen to envoye special. been reading up on europe, france, the middle east and singapore, and i hope to impress them at the interview. for some reason, i feel alien to this process, even though im no longer virginal, having been done in by so many interviews thus far. nevertheless i hope for the best. i dont want to go for seconds.
i have been following the news much quite recently. im happy that the conservatives in uk won, that some trillion dollar package has been set in motion to arrest the spiralling crisis and umar yaradua died blah blah blah. but what struck hardest was the reweighting of mother tongue at psle.
wont delve into the details, but all i have to say is that, it doesnt make any sense to me to lower the weightage of mt cos one sucks at it or one finds it irrelevant, because clearly mt has a place in society, culturally and economically. chinese or malay or tamil are all not latin or hieroglyphics and we risk falling down the slippery slope if we lower the weightage of everything we are weak at. i believe that the weak students should work harder if they want to achieve better grades. suffering builds character. hahaha. and i hope parents realize one thing. the number of places in top schools are finite. if they lower the weightage of mt then someone who was strong in mt would have to vacate his spot in that top school. which is completely unfair. anyway, from my experience, if you are good, you are good at everything la. of course you wont be equally good in both languages, but with a good mind, guidance, right attitude, i dont think its impossible to do well at mt. especially at pri sch level, where mt is still so basic. if your kid finds mt hard at this level, he probably isnt smart. suck it up.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
quelqu'un m'a dit
j'ai besoin de savoir plus du moyen orient et l'europe pour mon entretien pour l'IEP a fin de ce mois. Mais quand j'avais les temps disponsibles, je surf l'internet pour le p****. c'est tres terrible, parce que si je ne reussirai pas a cet entretien, il y a un possibilite que je etudierai a NUS. c'est tres mal. je serai tres triste.
apres le fin de ma classe francaise, je ne peut plus ecrire ou lire ou parler bien. merde.
apres le fin de ma classe francaise, je ne peut plus ecrire ou lire ou parler bien. merde.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
medicine for the soul
life sucks now, just as it has been sucking for quite a while now.
but with coc down and roc ahead, life is probably going to be better, from next week, for about 3 weeks i shall be quite a free man, screwing around like a cock. hopefully i do well at my interview. then after that maybe 2 months of surgery mc.
by then ord would seem pretty close.
but with coc down and roc ahead, life is probably going to be better, from next week, for about 3 weeks i shall be quite a free man, screwing around like a cock. hopefully i do well at my interview. then after that maybe 2 months of surgery mc.
by then ord would seem pretty close.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
i am the hater
army life is tough.
real tough.
i always feel that im with stupid or irritating.
and the possibility of having to stay in and with these people just makes me foam really hard. because theres nothing to do on weeknights except live the passage of time in the bunk. it is real suffering sometimes. i like to be home, where i truly feel comfortable, where i truly feel safe. where i can be me.
i detest the shitty life.
8 months more i can cast away these foamers.
real tough.
i always feel that im with stupid or irritating.
and the possibility of having to stay in and with these people just makes me foam really hard. because theres nothing to do on weeknights except live the passage of time in the bunk. it is real suffering sometimes. i like to be home, where i truly feel comfortable, where i truly feel safe. where i can be me.
i detest the shitty life.
8 months more i can cast away these foamers.
Friday, March 19, 2010
i see an alien in the mirror
when one takes, one also has to give,
and when one gives, one also has to take.
booked out from camp at 8+ for my knee appointment at mtE. on my agenda: to get a letter to my MO on the severity of my meniscus tear and get an MC for the day so that i can escape from camp. easily done. all that was required was some audacity and persuasion. because its a private clinic in a private hospital where money talks. thats why i like mtE. i like to make money work for me. especially when the money isnt mine.
with my mc and specialist memo safely kept in my assault bag i headed out for orchard, spring in step. shiok. free off day to slack. i needed some quality rest too, since ive been slogging away the week answering every beck and call of my demanding and dumb superior on top of doing 2 duties and not taking the guard rest. heck, anyway, why was i the only cq that wasnt given an off day? is it my fault that my storeman got beat up and put in a cast and my 2nd armskoteman has gone awol? the pile of work needing attention was stupid. i didnt deserve to do it, no one did. some stupid initiative of some stupid people. let them eat grass. anyway ive already done better than the others so far, fixing 10 ilbvs all by myself. the next best got 10 fixed too, but with 3 storemen. the rest didnt even get past 1.
of course this opportunity to relieve myself of the pent up angst was much appreciated. as my dumb boss liked to say, we are a team and we have to cover for each other. when we ask you to help us, its because we need help and so as a teamplayer you should help us. ok, fine, if you consider getting me to do your work as teamwork. for some reason, when my storemen are all gone, i find myself all alone because some cockster had gone running during office hours. lets see how you handle monday like a teamplayer when i go for my dental.
thanks, by the way, for being stupid and insensitive, telling everyone that you wont stop the sickly me from going for any medical appointment for any of my whole plethora of medical problems any time in front of almost everyone. and thanks for having too much pride to just ask if i can postpone the appointment. you didnt have to stand by your word, i would have shifted it if only you asked politely.
i basked in the satisfaction of my impeccable reasoning and in the newfound air of self righteousness. but not for very long. disgust started to set in. if some part of me didnt think the actions wrong, why did i, or my ego, have to cock up such a story or defense? i dont think many or even any in camp will bother rousing it, since theyve already tested my mettle and known my capacity for talking till the cow comes home. on top of the seeming clarity of all my bad arguments.
troubling. ever since i confirmed my needsblindbondedfinancialaid and gotten to sispec, this deep dark side has been raring its head more and more, and i think now has come to almost completely control me. escapism has completely devoured me, my whole can-do spirit. skepticism has morphed into cynicism. slacking is no longer a sideshow but my way of life. i have been so consumed, become so sickly, so alien, so repulsive.
i need dinner.
and when one gives, one also has to take.
booked out from camp at 8+ for my knee appointment at mtE. on my agenda: to get a letter to my MO on the severity of my meniscus tear and get an MC for the day so that i can escape from camp. easily done. all that was required was some audacity and persuasion. because its a private clinic in a private hospital where money talks. thats why i like mtE. i like to make money work for me. especially when the money isnt mine.
with my mc and specialist memo safely kept in my assault bag i headed out for orchard, spring in step. shiok. free off day to slack. i needed some quality rest too, since ive been slogging away the week answering every beck and call of my demanding and dumb superior on top of doing 2 duties and not taking the guard rest. heck, anyway, why was i the only cq that wasnt given an off day? is it my fault that my storeman got beat up and put in a cast and my 2nd armskoteman has gone awol? the pile of work needing attention was stupid. i didnt deserve to do it, no one did. some stupid initiative of some stupid people. let them eat grass. anyway ive already done better than the others so far, fixing 10 ilbvs all by myself. the next best got 10 fixed too, but with 3 storemen. the rest didnt even get past 1.
of course this opportunity to relieve myself of the pent up angst was much appreciated. as my dumb boss liked to say, we are a team and we have to cover for each other. when we ask you to help us, its because we need help and so as a teamplayer you should help us. ok, fine, if you consider getting me to do your work as teamwork. for some reason, when my storemen are all gone, i find myself all alone because some cockster had gone running during office hours. lets see how you handle monday like a teamplayer when i go for my dental.
thanks, by the way, for being stupid and insensitive, telling everyone that you wont stop the sickly me from going for any medical appointment for any of my whole plethora of medical problems any time in front of almost everyone. and thanks for having too much pride to just ask if i can postpone the appointment. you didnt have to stand by your word, i would have shifted it if only you asked politely.
i basked in the satisfaction of my impeccable reasoning and in the newfound air of self righteousness. but not for very long. disgust started to set in. if some part of me didnt think the actions wrong, why did i, or my ego, have to cock up such a story or defense? i dont think many or even any in camp will bother rousing it, since theyve already tested my mettle and known my capacity for talking till the cow comes home. on top of the seeming clarity of all my bad arguments.
troubling. ever since i confirmed my needsblindbondedfinancialaid and gotten to sispec, this deep dark side has been raring its head more and more, and i think now has come to almost completely control me. escapism has completely devoured me, my whole can-do spirit. skepticism has morphed into cynicism. slacking is no longer a sideshow but my way of life. i have been so consumed, become so sickly, so alien, so repulsive.
i need dinner.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
stream of unconsciousness
it's been a long time since the last post. many things have happened in the intermittent period. i like february. i like chinese new year. not because of chingchongchinapek pride, but the food, the drinks, the angpows. mostly the angpows. this year, as last, and as the year before last, i spent valentines day without a valentine.
how depressing. at the cusp of adulthood already.
as i type, my ord counter is running. 9 months to my ord and i am so happy. they say time passes quicker in your second year in the army, but for me, time is moving slow as a snail. im getting sick of the camp, this camp i once used to see as a little secret heaven. maybe its because this place is quite good so any change is for the worse.
been in charlie for a while now. finally got my promotion to 3sg, backdated to 12122009. i used to spit on supply, just like most combatants would. even during the course, most of us dropouts divided our time between spitting on regulars and spitting on supply. to be more objective, supply per se isnt any tough work. its the combatants you are attached to that can give you headache. even hell.
not least because they spit on supply. while they go out to chiong sua, you just stay behind and chaokeng, or so they think. and they are mostly right, especially in here. most of us spend most of the time in camp in the messes or the business center. no secret.
then they think that you are their saigang warrior, their personal squire and their expendable. they ask for things without thinking, as if cla is the solution to all problems. every few days they will tell you to go draw this, draw that, in bits and pieces and without following the proper channel. when cla doesnt have it, as is the case for all the exotic equipment they can ever think of wanting, they blame you, for not thinking ahead and the like. hello, im so sorry i couldnt divine into the future that you would need to draw an **** yourself but was too stupid to read your email so you didnt know that you were supposed to draw it yourself on open day, when they had a lesson to teach you how to fix it yourself? sorry i forgot that i have been paid 740 of taxpayers monies to be your squire.
of course, you are expected to be a cleaner. in all fairness, we should be cleaning the stores ourselves in periodic maintenance. yes, the load can be lessened by skillful archery. which is extremely tough, because the targets are lucid and move quickly, from the years of experience they had as nsfs. the nsmen are well-trained in this business of dodging.
even then, some of the expectations are ridiculous. coiling without twists? almost sandless field equipment? i am always tempted to ask them if they can demonstrate. but of course i wont.
and then since you are too free and too talented because you happened to be on some meritbasedbondedfinancialaid, you also get the dubious honor of doing up posters of events long past that nobody is going to look at. maybe except in the annex of "stupid initiatives that show my initiative and passion, however misguided, so please promote me and pay me more". and then they say its a good deal, because they will treat you to lunch. at the mess. hi, im quite satisfied with cookhouse food, which i think is nice and decently balanced. they dont seem to realize that as someone on meritbasedbondedfinancialaid, i am drawn towards the top of marslows hierarchy. i hunger for freedom, not food. and anyways off wont cost them anything tangible, unless they consider my presence in camp on a free day whiling time away at the pool table as something tangible. oh, and since you are so clever, use these croc clips to fix the tripflare igniters. i said, i dont know how, since most of the time elsewhere we condemn this shit, and he spits, whoa, a level so many As also no use. i just handed over a sample to him to show me how. its been a week. the igniter and the crocodile clip havent found each other.
they take you as their punching bag, figuratively of course. after getting their ego deflated and their figurative nose bloodied, probably from getting selfowned by suggesting stupid ideas and then getting arrowed to do them. if you remember red cliff, these regulars are more like zhugeliangs strawmen than the valiant soldiers. they attract so many arrows. then they downsteam, subcontract or call it teamwork and get you to do it. so they can claim the credit and then just give you a coke. i dont work for coke, unless its white, powdery and the finest from colombia. anyway coke is american and fattening. and not something i crave. my drink of choice is milo-peng, stirred not shaken, with a straw. but thats beside the point.
of late, wordplay is the fad among the regulars. or should i say wordplay is BOOMZ. so they say the 'c' in css stands for combat, so all of you are combatants first. sure we are. combatants who get no combat pay and who will probably be limping around or have difficulty breathing or something. the very fact we are here points to something being wrong with us. im not saying that we should be getting combat pay, because evidently we are too slack to deserve any, but please stop making us do stupid things like be enemy simulators or something dumb. and please, stop calling the penis the third leg, just because it springs from the groin, just like you dont call your asshole your secondmouth because it is a gaping hole as well. and i get cramps from humoring you guys by trying to chuckle.
in the same vein, S is for Specialist and S is for babySitter. your storeman goes out to a fight and they ask you why he goes out to fight. your storeman takes mc and then they ask you why is he so morbidly ill all the time. how on earth am i to know? how on earth can i care? if i was asked about their status, mc duration, sickness and the like, i think it is fair. but to ask me about their constitution and to ask me about their attitude is really quite ridiculous. then they always say that even though i am a supervisor, i need to help the men too, just as superiors should all help subordinates. i do that, and often and my storemen have vouched for me. as my encik i dont remember him helping, except with his mouth, saying, this is not good, that is not good. i see even captains helping to oil and arrange pickets, getting sweaty and dirty. i see him too, sweaty from running during working hours. not saying its wrong, but it indicates that someone is too free huh. maybe its the seafood he has that places him wayyy up there together with the long beach people.
to top it all off, selfesteem is what they have and you dont, and respect is something they deserve and you dont. they like to tell people that their cqs arent that good, cant do things properly and the like. we know its not completely true, because most of the time we arent the ones screwing up. they are. and that one time i ever questioned a decision because it was so ridiculous, like getting my storeman outfield to tloan some stupid stopwatches, some encik says i 'langa' him. of course i couldnt resist embarrassing him in front of my fellow cqms and the officers by telling them how i 'langa-ed' him. haha.
im just grouchy because its 0430 and i havent had enough sleep. thinking of having to do all the shit later in the day is making me pissed off, not least because all my storemn are injured and i have to anchor the rubbish.
french this evening to make my day.
how depressing. at the cusp of adulthood already.
as i type, my ord counter is running. 9 months to my ord and i am so happy. they say time passes quicker in your second year in the army, but for me, time is moving slow as a snail. im getting sick of the camp, this camp i once used to see as a little secret heaven. maybe its because this place is quite good so any change is for the worse.
been in charlie for a while now. finally got my promotion to 3sg, backdated to 12122009. i used to spit on supply, just like most combatants would. even during the course, most of us dropouts divided our time between spitting on regulars and spitting on supply. to be more objective, supply per se isnt any tough work. its the combatants you are attached to that can give you headache. even hell.
not least because they spit on supply. while they go out to chiong sua, you just stay behind and chaokeng, or so they think. and they are mostly right, especially in here. most of us spend most of the time in camp in the messes or the business center. no secret.
then they think that you are their saigang warrior, their personal squire and their expendable. they ask for things without thinking, as if cla is the solution to all problems. every few days they will tell you to go draw this, draw that, in bits and pieces and without following the proper channel. when cla doesnt have it, as is the case for all the exotic equipment they can ever think of wanting, they blame you, for not thinking ahead and the like. hello, im so sorry i couldnt divine into the future that you would need to draw an **** yourself but was too stupid to read your email so you didnt know that you were supposed to draw it yourself on open day, when they had a lesson to teach you how to fix it yourself? sorry i forgot that i have been paid 740 of taxpayers monies to be your squire.
of course, you are expected to be a cleaner. in all fairness, we should be cleaning the stores ourselves in periodic maintenance. yes, the load can be lessened by skillful archery. which is extremely tough, because the targets are lucid and move quickly, from the years of experience they had as nsfs. the nsmen are well-trained in this business of dodging.
even then, some of the expectations are ridiculous. coiling without twists? almost sandless field equipment? i am always tempted to ask them if they can demonstrate. but of course i wont.
and then since you are too free and too talented because you happened to be on some meritbasedbondedfinancialaid, you also get the dubious honor of doing up posters of events long past that nobody is going to look at. maybe except in the annex of "stupid initiatives that show my initiative and passion, however misguided, so please promote me and pay me more". and then they say its a good deal, because they will treat you to lunch. at the mess. hi, im quite satisfied with cookhouse food, which i think is nice and decently balanced. they dont seem to realize that as someone on meritbasedbondedfinancialaid, i am drawn towards the top of marslows hierarchy. i hunger for freedom, not food. and anyways off wont cost them anything tangible, unless they consider my presence in camp on a free day whiling time away at the pool table as something tangible. oh, and since you are so clever, use these croc clips to fix the tripflare igniters. i said, i dont know how, since most of the time elsewhere we condemn this shit, and he spits, whoa, a level so many As also no use. i just handed over a sample to him to show me how. its been a week. the igniter and the crocodile clip havent found each other.
they take you as their punching bag, figuratively of course. after getting their ego deflated and their figurative nose bloodied, probably from getting selfowned by suggesting stupid ideas and then getting arrowed to do them. if you remember red cliff, these regulars are more like zhugeliangs strawmen than the valiant soldiers. they attract so many arrows. then they downsteam, subcontract or call it teamwork and get you to do it. so they can claim the credit and then just give you a coke. i dont work for coke, unless its white, powdery and the finest from colombia. anyway coke is american and fattening. and not something i crave. my drink of choice is milo-peng, stirred not shaken, with a straw. but thats beside the point.
of late, wordplay is the fad among the regulars. or should i say wordplay is BOOMZ. so they say the 'c' in css stands for combat, so all of you are combatants first. sure we are. combatants who get no combat pay and who will probably be limping around or have difficulty breathing or something. the very fact we are here points to something being wrong with us. im not saying that we should be getting combat pay, because evidently we are too slack to deserve any, but please stop making us do stupid things like be enemy simulators or something dumb. and please, stop calling the penis the third leg, just because it springs from the groin, just like you dont call your asshole your secondmouth because it is a gaping hole as well. and i get cramps from humoring you guys by trying to chuckle.
in the same vein, S is for Specialist and S is for babySitter. your storeman goes out to a fight and they ask you why he goes out to fight. your storeman takes mc and then they ask you why is he so morbidly ill all the time. how on earth am i to know? how on earth can i care? if i was asked about their status, mc duration, sickness and the like, i think it is fair. but to ask me about their constitution and to ask me about their attitude is really quite ridiculous. then they always say that even though i am a supervisor, i need to help the men too, just as superiors should all help subordinates. i do that, and often and my storemen have vouched for me. as my encik i dont remember him helping, except with his mouth, saying, this is not good, that is not good. i see even captains helping to oil and arrange pickets, getting sweaty and dirty. i see him too, sweaty from running during working hours. not saying its wrong, but it indicates that someone is too free huh. maybe its the seafood he has that places him wayyy up there together with the long beach people.
to top it all off, selfesteem is what they have and you dont, and respect is something they deserve and you dont. they like to tell people that their cqs arent that good, cant do things properly and the like. we know its not completely true, because most of the time we arent the ones screwing up. they are. and that one time i ever questioned a decision because it was so ridiculous, like getting my storeman outfield to tloan some stupid stopwatches, some encik says i 'langa' him. of course i couldnt resist embarrassing him in front of my fellow cqms and the officers by telling them how i 'langa-ed' him. haha.
im just grouchy because its 0430 and i havent had enough sleep. thinking of having to do all the shit later in the day is making me pissed off, not least because all my storemn are injured and i have to anchor the rubbish.
french this evening to make my day.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
crows
i don't blog much nowadays, because rarely am i in a pensive or moody state. i blog most when i need to vent my frustration. like now. it is a tuesday evening, the sky is quite clear, the moon is shining quite brightly.
the fire alarm is spoilt, its beeping incessantly and i no longer get gratified by getting off my ass to turn it off. the random message comes along, that i dont comprehend and i dont care much for. feel like turning the set off, but my sense of duty prevents me.
yes. i am the understudy, and the first understudy to stay in since the time of the previous ism.
wtf.
yes, this is how suay i am. sort of had some augur of this- a family of crows flew overhead and cawed, momentarily ending my enjoyment of the serenity and the morning breeze. i am not one superstitious guy, but i see signs in everything. i might not outwardly profess any religion or belief, but i believe in a supreme being and a force greater than the human spirit that can and have effected many positives and negatives.
anyway, i try to console myself, that it is alright for me to stayover. as a groundbreaker and all. yes, it is true, as the stand in said, that i would not learn anything about duty if i stayed just for hoto. but he did not realize that i wont know and i will not care much or even at all. there are screw ups and there are screw ups, and most of the time those i can handle i already know how to, and those i cannot handle i probably would be referring to the comd or doo. those personal problems the guards face are not something i would care about. im a cq, not a counsellor. i will do my best and i will try to be as nice as possible, but i think little more.
i thought the rsm was being ridiculous and i did breach to him that i had no intention to stay over and of coursei pointed to him that from precedent understudies do not stayover, but i figured after his first rebuttal that God is Great that any resistance is going to be futile. the one thing that impresses me most about him and many regular wos is their doggedness that they are right and that some simplistic statement that they take as a universal primary premise like God is Great is going to solve all problems. because it wont solve anything. it just destroys all argument with its monolithic stupidity. but it doesnt matter, because they have never been quite concerned with logic. heck, the fact that they even humor you by asking you some stupid questions is beyond expectation. apart from the fact that they dont care about your answer, they dont actually have to care, because they are regulars and they have rank. you are just a puny cq for them to do. you earn about 500 a month to do stuff, but they earn "5000 to do nothing" i quote verbatim. he views himself as the troubleshooter, one who standsby until something goes awry and then he steps in. he views himself as the big tool, the one you turn to as the last resort. so most of the day to day things do not require him, especially in this camp, when day to day work involves catching some storemen to oil some cans and other assorted nonsense to carry balls thats not going to impact productivity, serviceability or anything that the saf hopes to stand for.
i sat in the office with him as he briefed me complete nonsense, things anyone who even considers himself human would have already picked up, interspersed by proclamations of God is Great! and the like. i smiled to myself halfway through, as in the angst i realized how taxpayers keep them employed and paid them so much. the consumer surplus, if these wo were commodities would be so massive, because the next best alternative job for them is going to be worth close to zero. ok, lets not be so mean, maybe they would be worth the taxi driver or the ops manager you see about town. baah. not that they are not contributive members of society, but the value they add is going to be so limited they cannot draw 5k and get to scold people and randomly give absurd advice to people who try to lap all of it up. bullshit.
hah.
the fire alarm is spoilt, its beeping incessantly and i no longer get gratified by getting off my ass to turn it off. the random message comes along, that i dont comprehend and i dont care much for. feel like turning the set off, but my sense of duty prevents me.
yes. i am the understudy, and the first understudy to stay in since the time of the previous ism.
wtf.
yes, this is how suay i am. sort of had some augur of this- a family of crows flew overhead and cawed, momentarily ending my enjoyment of the serenity and the morning breeze. i am not one superstitious guy, but i see signs in everything. i might not outwardly profess any religion or belief, but i believe in a supreme being and a force greater than the human spirit that can and have effected many positives and negatives.
anyway, i try to console myself, that it is alright for me to stayover. as a groundbreaker and all. yes, it is true, as the stand in said, that i would not learn anything about duty if i stayed just for hoto. but he did not realize that i wont know and i will not care much or even at all. there are screw ups and there are screw ups, and most of the time those i can handle i already know how to, and those i cannot handle i probably would be referring to the comd or doo. those personal problems the guards face are not something i would care about. im a cq, not a counsellor. i will do my best and i will try to be as nice as possible, but i think little more.
i thought the rsm was being ridiculous and i did breach to him that i had no intention to stay over and of coursei pointed to him that from precedent understudies do not stayover, but i figured after his first rebuttal that God is Great that any resistance is going to be futile. the one thing that impresses me most about him and many regular wos is their doggedness that they are right and that some simplistic statement that they take as a universal primary premise like God is Great is going to solve all problems. because it wont solve anything. it just destroys all argument with its monolithic stupidity. but it doesnt matter, because they have never been quite concerned with logic. heck, the fact that they even humor you by asking you some stupid questions is beyond expectation. apart from the fact that they dont care about your answer, they dont actually have to care, because they are regulars and they have rank. you are just a puny cq for them to do. you earn about 500 a month to do stuff, but they earn "5000 to do nothing" i quote verbatim. he views himself as the troubleshooter, one who standsby until something goes awry and then he steps in. he views himself as the big tool, the one you turn to as the last resort. so most of the day to day things do not require him, especially in this camp, when day to day work involves catching some storemen to oil some cans and other assorted nonsense to carry balls thats not going to impact productivity, serviceability or anything that the saf hopes to stand for.
i sat in the office with him as he briefed me complete nonsense, things anyone who even considers himself human would have already picked up, interspersed by proclamations of God is Great! and the like. i smiled to myself halfway through, as in the angst i realized how taxpayers keep them employed and paid them so much. the consumer surplus, if these wo were commodities would be so massive, because the next best alternative job for them is going to be worth close to zero. ok, lets not be so mean, maybe they would be worth the taxi driver or the ops manager you see about town. baah. not that they are not contributive members of society, but the value they add is going to be so limited they cannot draw 5k and get to scold people and randomly give absurd advice to people who try to lap all of it up. bullshit.
hah.
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