Hallo ihr alle da draussen...i am sitting here at 2300 writing to you all from the TA Office tonight...haha...yes you got it right the TA OFFICE...my workplace...mein Arbeitsplatz ist zu meinem Schlafzimmer geworden...wells...a lot has transpired and well...it's a long story.
So geht's:
Monday. Booked in to see the beds still there and so we all breathed a sigh of relief and thought that School of Arty had given us a very last shot at leading a life of normalcy. We then conducted the first installation lesson for those new maggots...sigh...despite repeated warnings, they still won't echo! I guess it was a mistake we all made in the past at some point of time during BTACC...But i got quite pissed because i had reminded them before, during, and they still forgot! I got quite worked up and fucked them...well...kinda to say that they deserved it too...sigh. i feel like this monster. But not that i mind. I actually like shouting at people. And what's more it's not for no good reason. The fact that the generator will drown out your pathetic voices if you do not shout and echo shall become evident during deployment drill...if they choose not to heed my advice...they can jolly well cease-fire and do some PT for me.
The Boss Man says to cut their deployment drill at 2200. Bollocks! Like that how to train them? By 2200 they will not even be done with meeting the stipulated timings. I guess the deployment drill will be more technical until the evening and the night, and then FIREBALL will be killer...i can foresee it dragging well into the afternoon...and oh well its also an opportunity to whack them....AGAIN...Boss says that those maggots have training the following morning so we gotta close shop early so they get enough shut-eye...hooray for safety. SAF will never win a war. I don't recall having that much sleep myself. Sleep is but a luxury!
Yes, that is easy for me to say...
Anyway. I shall stop digressing. After that lesson on Monday, i went up to my bunk to get something, only to discover that all the beds missing. It was like someone went in there and made them vanish magically. All our belongings were left in haphazard piles on the floor. I wondered who in their fucking right mind would've let them in, until i noticed that the door was booted open. That Captain of Maggots...JASON TAN! Him and his stupid maggoty storemen. So now we have no beds. I stayed out (illegally of course) on Monday, but...i have decided that this cannot go on indefinitely...think of global warming and air pollution! So...i have decided to...
...move into the TA Office. I will sleep on the big table!
Amazing, isn't it? Now i have a room which i basically spend about 20 out of my allocated 24 hours per day. A room with radio, TV, Internet, books, and air-conditioning! Haha...but i am still officially 'displaced'...actually i don't want to move into my allocated bunk because i've heard that it's occupied by regulars who don't care much about how their bunk turns out because they don't stay in anyway. Oh Kian Wee's mattress looks like prostitutes have been sleeping on it. Stained and the like. Tsk. Jetzt bin ich ein Obdachloser! What a discomforting thought, to be homeless. I wonder if i'll be like that about 10 years down the road, spending my nights in the office because i'm too obsessed over work. I dearly hope i don't become like that. I'm only sleeping in my office because the homeless can't choose their shelter.
Can someone please do us a favour and stop slave labour? It's been horrible. Tuesday was plain and boring because we were on an OMER (Operator Maintenance) course...but today was killer again...because we had the vetting for the bloody SCSC display! I was already at the closed garage at 0730 (maggot! Who didn't open the garage?!) and there were problems with the drivers, the systems and everything...such that we got to the parade square only at 0900! Bloody hell...it was SO late...i felt like a bloody swine because PornoMan Sven and Adrian were already there, their systems action-fronted. I still had to action front both antennae and get the veehickles to screw off back to the Xenon Garage. Sigh. Running up and down the garage like some insane man, sweating like pigs...and then the whole thing started only at 1130. Sigh. I donno what's happening to me. I guess it was lucky that it only started then. I don't know what i'm going to do on Monday when i have to get the veehickles down to the parade square by fucking 0730. What sort of stunt/miracle will i have to pull off?! I am feeling just so, so dead!! I already ordered the garage open at 0700 on the day itself with all the locators down early so that i can hook up the veehickles and get down to the square early by 0730.
0730! Help.
Just feeling so dog-tired. Sigh. Must've been the Sun. I mean, i love sunshine and all, but standing under it just burns away all your energy as if by magic. It's scary. I guess i will know on Monday. I'm a tad scared because i don't want to face the music if i screw up...sign extra ah...i don't mind doing DOO (already done so many i feel numb) but i don't think i want to sign 14...or more...eeps.
posted by quatscherei @ 23:17
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