Its been a month and things have settled into a certain
battle rhythm. People are recognizing my
name on the various reports we put out, and since I run the budget business for
one of the Ministries, folks around camp now stop me and ask about work instead
of earlier when folks said hi, and how is your day?
Schedule: Work 8 am
to 9 pm Mon-Thurs and Sat. Noon-9pm Fri
and Sun. Its not for the timid. At least
one major meeting every day of the week, check!
Endless taskers coming from the Palace, Check! More reading, writing and brief
making….Check. Go to the Ministry a few
times a week, where I make nice, cajole, haggle and smile when I tell them I’m
taking money from them. Check …. General, your budget execution rate is way
below expectations…….I’m going to take some money back……would you like a piece
of my mother’s Baklava?
To keep from going stir crazy, I have made it my mission to
get involved in as many things as I can to keep from living a life of sitting
at meetings or plowing endlessly through my four separate work email accounts. Most folks get into some sort of routine. Some eat at religiously regular times at the
Dining Facility (DFAC), and run at night to try to work it off. The endorphin addicts run around the camp (some
in full body armor) or lift at the gym. For
some it’s a walk at mid-day, for me I make it a point to do the more obscure. I
have found Friday morning Touch Rugby (football as the foreigners call it),
Saturday Night Salsa, Sunday and Tuesday Zumba, Wednesday Dominoes with
MoDA-mates. It keeps me sane and gives
me a chance to meet some pretty dedicated people and listen to their wonderful
stories. I hear there is Funk Night on
Sundays……hmmmmm.
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