Mercenary III in General

I just drafted my resignation letter for Wally World.

I actually got about 5 hours of sleep. I took a long hot shower at 2230 last night and opened the windows in my bedroom.

I was awake before the 0500 alarm.

I found myself talking to myself, pondering how long I should wait before I start calling GD.

And the most excellent question “How do I make myself indispensable?” In my DJ voice.

Back into project management.

I’ll need to build a reference library again, but even in the interview process no one could definitively tell me which versions of what software we use.

I did that through the interview. I used “us” and “we” – I think it was subconscious psyops, and for a while psyops was in my quiver. Psyops falls under Command and Control Warfare. I was throwing serial acronyms, Navy Jargon, and name dropping like crazy.

Don’t make me quote Sun Tzu. “Victorious Warriors win first then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first then seek to win.”

Or W.C. Fields “If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.”

I am no longer as quick as I once was. But that is a universal truism. No one gets faster or stronger as they age.

But C2W and electronic warfare in the aviation realm are very cerebral - you aren’t just flying, you are flying in six dimensions. Tolerance for mistakes didn’t exist.

I’m not terribly surprised I was roping subconscious psyops into the interview.

Being big, being confident and using the DJ voice.

I was wearing my Mexican Cowboy boots. 2 1/2 inch heels. So I was standing almost 6’5”
Yeah. That doesn’t happen in Maine. The average height for males is 5’8”, 5’4” for girls.

I’ve lost a shit ton of weight in the last six months.

But strangely I feel flabby. How can I be at my post teenage weight and feel flabby?

Oh yeah. 60. I’ve been losing 5% muscle mass a year for the past thirty years.

Okay, I’m done babbling.