The Panopticon

Is exactly what is going through my mind right now, and will probably sprint through it again a million times for the remaining 1 year 4 months of my service.

Today my warrant officer came running for help replying to a statement issued by auditors. I did it up for him nicely, and probably saved some part of his ass in the process. It’s not the first time, and it probably won’t be the last.

That said, I hate the fella to hell. He makes life difficult for me, he’s an unreasonable bastard and he can’t even pronounce the word “ambiguous”, much less know its meaning.

So why, why do I even bother? And it doesn’t even cross my mind whether to do something in a half-past-six manner because this fella that I’m doing it for is an arse. When work comes my way I just get it done to the best of my ability. I may not be able to do many things, but even when I’m told to do things that I clearly can’t do, I still find a way to get it done. I don’t tell you that “I can’t do it” unless I’ve exhausted every damn option and asked everyone else to have a go at it.

So why, tell me. Why do you insist on making life so difficult for me to live when it already is.