Personal Log, Stardate 66648.47
Posted on Sat Apr 20th, 2019 @ 11:32pm by Senior Chief Petty Officer Simin Ahmadi
Personal Log, Stardate 66648.47
On the last Sunday of every month for the last two years, I, along with all the senior NCOs assigned to the Academy, have met at the residence of Master Chief Petty Officer Murtaugh for dinner and a "movie." The movie was always something called an "action/comedy" from the late twentieth and early twenty-first century, and usually fell in a genre called "the buddy cops." I doubt if I was the only person in attendance who would have preferred to watch something else, but nobody was going to decline the monthly invitation extended by the senior noncomm at the Academy.
There was one "Catch phrase" use by a recurring character though, that stuck with me.
I'm getting too old for this.
Am I getting too old for my current assignment? Of course not. Being assigned to STAT-42, I think, is going to be an interesting and intriguing assignment. And it's not like I'm going to be tagging along with a band of Marines or a team from Special Operations as they "hump and jump," as they so colloquially put it. Not that I'm too old for that either. I am, after all, only thirty eight. An age that looked pretty ancient in the eyes of Recruit Ahmadi, but it one that Senior Chief Ahmadi is more than comfortable with.
And even if being on STAT 42 proves to be as physically demanding as those assignments, I'd be up for the challenge.
So what's making me feel old?
I'm wondering if this might be my last hurrah. I don't mean that this will be the end of the career. Far from it. But this might be my last assignment on a small team like this. From here on out, they'll be putting me in spots such as COB of a hospital ship or senior NCO for a biotechnology research team. Something along those lines.
Not a fate to be feared, by any means. I've worked hard to get where I am today. But in the future, advancement in positions means I'll be transiting from one type of duty to another. My last two years as an Academy Instructor wasn't an interlude. It was a prelude.
Something to think about.
End log entry.