Hallo ihr alle da draussen...right now, a huge lot of mixed feelings are running around in my brain...part of me is happy that the fucking shipment is finally over and done with...try to see the sigh of relief as i saw the 5-tonne which would be ferrying us back emerge from the cargo ship...i seriously felt like ORD-ing on the spot. Sigh.
ORD loh. Fuck yeah! No lah...it's just that sigh of relief when all the effort, running around and generally behaving like an insane man has finally paid off. Good riddance! Sigh. Back to mundane office life, which includes absorbing arrows. Maggoty swine.
Part of me also feels fucked up. I've been walking around in admin for about 2 maggerous weeks already. My number 4 has been untouched since last Monday...which isn't good at all...part of my post-shipment plan was to go and get my toe fixed (once and for fucking all) so today i happily went to the medical centre...only to get shipped all around Singapore in a clastrophobic ambulance with about 5 more sick maggots until we finally got to Dieppe Barracks just opposite Khatib. The MO there was friendly enough, interestingly...but maybe it's because i can wear black bars now instead of white...sigh. He wrote me a referral letter immediately to any A&E of my choosing...so i went home and went to NUH...but...
Maggots! NUH referred me to a specialist, gave me 2 more bloody fucking weeks of excuse boots, and told me to come back later! Swine...now how?! They say they're going to destroy the nail bed so i figure this should be once and for all but...on 28th June?! Sigh.
WHY?!
They said i could easily remove the scab...but...it's not coming off...easily...still i want to be rid of it so at least i can go for my complex DOO on the 24th. If not...how will i answer to fats?!
Another reason why i don't want to be in admin anymore is because i look fucking slack. johnny has been shouting 'twang!' every time he sees me. You fucking maggot. You better watch it before i pinch your cheeks and treat you like how woon treated bob. Baby talk, anyone? koochie-koochie-koo! Swine. Yes i do not want to have the fats look anymore (FYI, fats had footrot during BTACC so he was pretty much like me also.) add that to the fact that i can walk about quite easily, i just want to be rid of this ASAP. make that FASAP. Even boss said that i look like a bloody slacker and that he should find me work to do. Please don't, sir. Although i can already feel 01 x big arrow flying towards me...you know like how people who are going to be struck by lightning feel all their hairs standing on end?
Another interesting fact: Fats flunked basic theory! Aye. You champion. Teach me how to fail BT leh.
Another interesting happening is how i transformed into junjie part II. Let's see. All fired up and such, i sent the dudes a mail telling them what to do if they unluckily got Admin OIC. Of course, it was sprinkled quite liberally with profanities, anecdotes, back-mouthing, bitching overall. The best part was that i accidentally sent it to the CO...oh shat...who promptly forwarded it to my boss and ranger Lek...oh shat...squared...but oh well...i am jj's understudy, you know. Hahaha...it's just...interesting.
In case you want to know what happened to jj, here are some keywords for you. acting RSM. golf. e-mail. yeah that's about it.
But if you want to see it in another light, i indirectly highlighted to CO that the way we do shipments is really fucked-up! See?! I-am-so-bloody-smart! Must have grown up on Smarties.
Yeah, right.
I went driving this evening, albeit the pain of shoes...(ack. how will i ever get used to wearing my boots back again?! To think they'll be following me to Deutschland for winter.) and the instructor took us out to the roads...i think he was mildly impressed...hmm. Hopefully this keeps up. I'll save quite a lot from driving then...
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