I just returned from national service reservist. Singapore practices conscription for abled men. The reservist programme aims to train military personnel to become operational ready should there be a need in time to come.
The disruption of my daily routine irks me. The regimentation and senseless babbling of army commanders returns. To kick start the commander phase of battalion, one of my commanders proclaimed something along the lines of “You guys are not a reservist unit, you are an active unit.” That discourages and puzzles me to a good extend (since we are a reservist unit). The overzealous nature of that commander gave me a bitter preview of what is to come.
Today is October 16, it’s the 6th day. This programme will end on the October 29 if nothing goes wrong. That’s 13 days to go.
I almost forgot about this appointment. I took a cab and rushed out of the house to a place few taxi drivers are familiar with. When entering the building, they quickly confiscated my phone.
Oh well… When would they acknowledge that these days it’s camera phones everywhere. I’m going back already though.
I have a pile of letters coming in from banks, insurance and school. I’m just leaving it there on my letter tray. I glance at them every day and blissfully ignore them. I especially hate it when they wrote a bunch of text for formality’s sake when all they want to say is: “Look, you need to pay XXX GBP263, do it before October or else.”
Cut the corporate crap, just go straight to the point. Or underline the main point or something. I’m always left transcoding from Formal to Human.
I wish they would just email me in a couple of sentence. Save those papers; I am not an accounting major. Kthxbai!