9:35 PM
well, i'm beginning to like Delta pretty much after my first two shifts at work. the people in this team are very helpful actually, and very patient. and forgiving. basically everyone adopts the "we're all here to learn, its ok to make mistakes" philosophy, and i'm not complaining. intriguingly, i've noticed that first impressions really form lasting impressions here in Delta. people scrutinize your actions on your first day there- and draw as many conclusions as they can about you, based on the way you carry yourself. this isn't necessarily a good thing, as certain things have happened (that would be inappropriate to be discussed here). as far as i can see, i've made a fairly reasonable first impression (i won't say good, that would be a tad too egoistic). seems that the senior NSFs have judged my potential, and have rated me as a "strong SC to-be". basically they've hinted to me that they want me to become a Steersman in future, to take over "the other strong SCs who are going to ORD". which effectively means the regulars are gonna monitor me closely, and i can't slack during patrol (not that i wanted to anyway). i'll have to be on form for the next 6 months or so the very least. i hope to live up to their expectations la.. i mean i don't intend to waste away my remaining time in NS. if i do become a steersman, i'll have a class 3 (boat) license. which is pretty cool, right? how many civilians have boat licenses? lol.
that said, looks like i gotta make sme major changes in my outlook of life. not too long ago i used to live for weekends, they were my sole motivation to endure the agony of weekdays. and now, its like there's been a revolution in my life: i just worked away the previous weekend, and this coming weekend i'm working too. looks like its gonna take time for me to adjust to this alien schedule. right now on my off days i feel bereft of any will or purpose. i feel like driftwood.
of course, there's that other thought constantly gnawing at the back of my mind, craving for attention. sigh. what should i do?
how long before i break down these walls? how long before you let me in?
9:35 PM
well, i'm beginning to like Delta pretty much after my first two shifts at work. the people in this team are very helpful actually, and very patient. and forgiving. basically everyone adopts the "we're all here to learn, its ok to make mistakes" philosophy, and i'm not complaining. intriguingly, i've noticed that first impressions really form lasting impressions here in Delta. people scrutinize your actions on your first day there- and draw as many conclusions as they can about you, based on the way you carry yourself. this isn't necessarily a good thing, as certain things have happened (that would be inappropriate to be discussed here). as far as i can see, i've made a fairly reasonable first impression (i won't say good, that would be a tad too egoistic). seems that the senior NSFs have judged my potential, and have rated me as a "strong SC to-be". basically they've hinted to me that they want me to become a Steersman in future, to take over "the other strong SCs who are going to ORD". which effectively means the regulars are gonna monitor me closely, and i can't slack during patrol (not that i wanted to anyway). i'll have to be on form for the next 6 months or so the very least. i hope to live up to their expectations la.. i mean i don't intend to waste away my remaining time in NS. if i do become a steersman, i'll have a class 3 (boat) license. which is pretty cool, right? how many civilians have boat licenses? lol.
that said, looks like i gotta make sme major changes in my outlook of life. not too long ago i used to live for weekends, they were my sole motivation to endure the agony of weekdays. and now, its like there's been a revolution in my life: i just worked away the previous weekend, and this coming weekend i'm working too. looks like its gonna take time for me to adjust to this alien schedule. right now on my off days i feel bereft of any will or purpose. i feel like driftwood.
of course, there's that other thought constantly gnawing at the back of my mind, craving for attention. sigh. what should i do?
how long before i break down these walls? how long before you let me in?
