Two weeks Notice.
cloudy, tired.

Some people are born selfish. Others are made. Yet others are moulded - slowly but surely over time. Let us call this group of people the A group. The A group are a strange bunch of people. They are men who do not care for others at all. There is a stage which occurs to a specific group of people where you suddenly are immersed into a totally new experience. It is this "New" experience which then takes over your mind, blody and soul. It gnaws at you like persistent rodent, eats from inside out and suddenly you find yourself empty. That's the time you realise that you have the A syndrome and that's it is all too late.

Some may indentify with it. Others may not. That is perfectly normal. Only one who has endured the kind of shit the experience has thrown you will know the feeling. It is like falling into a bottomless pit, an ever descending plunge downwards.

Before i drift off into a mathematical like arguement for the existence of mankind, it is best i talk in human terms how my week was. All truth told, it was hell. In any normal story there will be a problem and then the who what where how comes in. This is my story. To one who does not know me well enough, I do not judge people often and for me to put it up on the web, now that may be an indictated of my frustration.

First it was exercise wanderer. It was smooth sailing except for the fact that only two of the four people was actually doing work. Even the night before, when preparations were been done for the exercise, the same two already enjoying the comforts of their own beds. That aside, on the day itself, they also do not have the intiative to open their mouths to ask if i needed help carrying the load i was bearing. One of them even had the impudency to ask for a lighter while on the exercise. Forget it if they were not helping, they actually want to slow us two down. Good thing I had the "conscience" to complate an appraisal which was true to the letter. I marked them down just to take "revenge". It was after all my right.

Then it was ex Catwalk and Nightowl. My friend Mr. T finally came on a mission with us, probably his first. Because of his "incredible" navigating skills, imparted to him in ex gypsy, we not only waked in circles, he made us redo serveral simple missions, serveral times. So much for being a studious goody two shoes Mr. T.

Mr T is one of those characters I would rather have not met . To be classified as one of someone who would rather have not met is bad enough if you told me. What makes it worst is that he does not realise it himself. If you thought you had seen backstabbers do their thing. you are one who surely have not seen the Mr. T. He is a master at it. In fact, to him, it is an art.

Bad as it all was, nothing beat ex. Grandslam. The person who took us who a conceited, inconderate,slacker who I feel should throw his weight around with people of his own size. Much can be said of his performance but one word summarises it best of all. A******.

Hell? I have been there- and back. Two more weeks and my suffering will be over; for now. The future lay uncertain, the mists gathering about them. I dont know what to think. I dont know where i want to go. What i want to know will be known soon enough.