Today wasn't so bad. Worked 8:30 to 5.

Oh, wait, sorry, got that backwards. 5 to 8:30.

So at 0500 I'm at the pullup bars for a PFT. I did one for the first half all the way back in January, so I don't need to do it; but a bunch of my friends are doing it for score, so I come along to help out. Generally speaking, the more people running, the faster times are, as you can find someone with the same pace to draft with.

Anyway, I did quite well. I wasn't motivated to get a high score, but I was motivated to look good in front of everyone else. Pride is a powerful thing. I think I've mentioned before that three miles is too short a distance for me to excel, so I finished in the back of the main pack. To show off a little, while everyone else was hitching rides back to the barracks, I ran back.

Then it was shower up and off to the hanger. Today, my stress levels dropped significatly. Why? I had a stroke of genius! Or, more likely, just a stroke. I redid my mental task list. Instead of seperate levels of importance like "critical" and "urgent" and whatnot, I decided to label everything "Must Happen Today" or "To Hell With It." That cleared things up nicely.

I also had three formations today; in reverse chronological order, we had a CO's formation to pass word, a retirement, and a practice for the retirement. I was a squad leader for the retirement, which is no big deal. It meant I was quite visible though. While we were formed up, the other guys from my shop were in the audience. Before things kicked off, they seemed to be having a great time, conversing and laughing. Afterwords, they told me that I was the subject of conversation. They'd decided I had the best stone-faced military bearing of the people in the formation, and they were trying to figure out what I was thinking about. They decided I was contemplating where I would set the charges to collapse the whole hanger on everyone inside. Once I was told that, naturally I did start contemplating that issue. There are a lot of seperate load-bearing columns, because the building gets hit by several typhoons a year, so it's not an easy task.

Anyway, we finished the packup this evening. Yay! If it's not packed, someone better carry it onto an aircraft, because all the boxes and containers are done and sealed. Thank goodness. Now all I have to do is pack my seabags.

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