Strawberry Cream Pie Day/St. Wenceslas Feast Day
2006-09-28 @ 10:03 p.m.

I think something's wrong with my wrist. After moving all the radio equipment yesterday, it hurts if I bend it. Not very much, but enough to suggest that not all is well. Worst case scenario? Hairline fracture. We're settling back into our slothful ways now that our boss is temporarily absent. Anyway, I'm going for Exercise Wallaby. We drew lots, so I can't argue. Besides, in a perverse twist of fate, the exact dates I'll be gone don't really clash with anything else I have to do, except for one main service worship in December. I don't really want to go, but I'm sort of resigned to it. Resignation is something I possess in abundance. I didn't even have enough energy to feel angry for more than a couple of seconds before I collapsed into a mildly morose state. Everyone tells me to look at things in a positive light. Look at it this way: You're not exactly the one going Down Under, are you? The only thing that keeps me going is the promise of days off when I get back. If that bastard who calls himself my boss doesn't even give me that, he can screw himself. He's really a jackass. What kind of lousy planning is it when you promise to send people for exercises without even checking to see if you have enough people to support the actual purpose of your branch, which is ostensibly to train the platoons coming into SI? Brilliant thinking. That is why, ladies and gentlemen, I have scant respect for this organisation. (I've just systematically gone through my blog and edited any unflattering remarks so that said organisation is never identified by name. Must be careful these days!) There's something fundamentally screwed up about this whole country.