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Friday, February 27, 2009

Life has been sucky.

Why cant people just appreciate what we do. We do have a hard job trying to please everyone. Our superiors, our IC, and the general public. We do have several rules and regulations, SOP being put in place for a reason. This is after all an army camp. Who are you to defy our orders, regardless whether you are a civilian or miltary personnel. We say one, you do not argue, you do not bargain, you do not complain. Stop giving us stupid attitude when things are being told politely to you to do something, but it all falls to deaf ears.

Really, we shld have a right to scold anyone whom interferes, or whom we feel have disrespected us, even as RPs of CNB. I mean, its always the locals/civilians giving us the headache, NDU's giving the smelly face. Even the fellow civilian contractors can be more polite than a military personnel, wheres all the military discipline in place? To me, i see none. Even the foreign personnel are more polite and willing to cooperate with our duties, because they know, we are doing our job as a soldier, an RP of the base. And yet our own military personnel mock us.

Honestly, nobody likes to get checked. But honestly, from everyone whom have done what i have done, agrees that we do not like to check people as well, when we could have well just let you in into our base without even checking. We can dont give a shit and with so many people entering and exiting, who will know. But because we got pride, we make sure we do a proper job, at least be somone responsible, or shld i say, save our own ass.

It always brightens up my day when people are willing to cooperate and agrees that this is our job, and they are grateful for what we have done. A simple smile, a simple thanks after everything. Not like some people, like one whom i just checked that day, actually questioned me 'just what you checking for'. Really, sometimes simple words like this make me boil. I know i know, i shldnt care about what people say. But really, our life could be made better without such people. I dont care if u are fucking NDU, fucking one crab, or fucking someone's father, I am just going to do my job.

Seriously, its not the offs, not the praise from the superiors, or the best living conditions that spurs me in the motivation in security screening. Its the appreciation people give at the end of the day that pushes me to strive for higher levels.

Next person whom questions what we do, you would experience the magical one round.

On a lighter note, i am getting a touch as my substitute ipod died one me. Rest in peace cos u died young.

Ah, i just can't go to sleep
Cause it feels like I've fallen for you
It's getting way too deep
And i know that it's love because


{/9:53 PM}
Time's up.