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9 Feb. 12
The question(s) I must ask in changing circumstances will, for the most part, determine my reaction to them.
To wit, after several years of doing my own time sans work assignments, all of a sudden I get assigned to work at the chow hall? Really?
My only stresser is the incessant chattering of two-hundred men at breakfast! So much so that I would often miss breakfast—as well as my lunch bag—because I just didn't want to face fifteen minutes of sitting in that noisy hall! And now I'm the first one in there and the last one out—sitting through not only two-hundred noisemakers, but rather three waves of two-hundred. Really?
Okay. It's only two hours in the morning from 0600-0800. I have earplugs and I can use the time to catch up on my reading. The novelty of seeing me sitting in the chow hall will hopefully ear out soon enough and I won't be inclined to flirt with the freaks who offer their greetings. You'd think their provoking my proclavity to flirt would prevent them from attracting my attention, wouldn't you?
We shall see how this goes, I suppose. Hell, I was dying of boredom anyway!
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