Basket.

Tommorrow is a whole new camp and a whole new life. There have just been too many beginnings lately. I'm used to just one a year, and even then, not spanking new most of the time. Sigh.

At least I won't be the lowest life-form in the SAF anymore, and will no longer receive treatment consummate with this station. Or maybe they won't make the distinction between "lowest life-form" and "second-lowest life-form".

Hopefully, too, my new job as a Field Artillery Target Acquisition Assistant (what a mouthful!) won't require many headbreaking mathematical calculations. If it does, congratulations to whoever is up there; you've succeeded in completely screwing me over once again, and probably got a good laugh out of it to boot. What I've learnt in all my years of existence is that no one has a better sense of humour than Almighty Fate. When he/she/it/they(?!) want to screw you over, they do it well and they make it funny. Very well and very funny.

But I honestly have no idea what to expect. Can't say I like marching in circles more than playing with big guns, though. So off I go to a new place, a new job and new companions. Wish me luck.