Today I will be venturing to somewhere different. This particular somewhere different is a Starfleet office up in the smoke that is, let's say, not on the north of any particular bank or building society. The purpose of the visit is to indoctrinate a number of new recruits in to the ways my little part of the universe and its associated customer. The end game will be a larger number of troops able to manage some of the growing workload for which I am my fellow troopers are responsible. This will set me much more firmly in the role of troop commander, and much less as a trooper, and how that will sit with me has yet to be determined.
What I know right now is there is a job to do, and things I need to achieve in order to satisfy "up the chain", and I am keen to do that. Whether I have found my next career step is yet to be seen, but watch this space.
And if all that confused the hell out of you, then I am not surprised. All this talk of Starfleet and troopers and other space-related analogies certainly improves the names-changed-to-protect-the-guilty aspect of the writing, but do not help any with understanding. I therefore hope that you fall in to one of two camps:
- you are a Starfleet trooper yourself and use similar language - you know who you are Golfy, Bad Man and Stretch ;-)
- you are seeing me shortly and can ask what the bl00dy hell I am talking about.
If you are in neither camp, then firstly, welcome, and thanks for reading, and secondly, feel free to leave a comment and I can try and enlighten you*.
Until next time, adieu.
*not forgetting the Scobi code of conduct. Not too much abuse, and spell the words properly. There are still two S's in to$$er.
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