Boring life update time: I worked my last shift as an enlisted man today. On one hand it was an absolutely horrid, ulcer-inducing stressful day. The kind of day that reminds me why I'm not reenlisting.
On the other I had the same pleasant interactions with a select few people that made days like this tolerable. At the end of my shift I took a stroll down to the Ward and let the night shift nurses know how much more bearable they had made my last 3 years. I think they appreciated it when they realized I was being serious for once, rather than my typical misanthropic and sarcastic self.
Such a strange mix of emotions. The absolute joy of knowing I will never have to work in a pharmacy again to the borderline dread of no longer having a steady paycheck. It makes for a less than palatable blend, though 2 Longboard Lagers have slowed my thoughts and given my brain time to cool.
Also, an observation on hygiene. My roommate and I are both martial artists, and as such we spend a lot of our free time on mats. Mats are an area known to house staff just by virtue of so much bare skin, sweat, and open wounds on them. The result is that you have to keep your body clean if you are a grappler. So one would assume this cleanliness would carry over into other areas of life, no? No, indeed. We always seem to be in this strange state of dirty dishes chicken that honestly goes way too far at some points, especially since we have a dishwasher. Humans are just strange people, I suppose.
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