>>5161961It was indeed a living. At least you weren't eeking out a living, trying to get by quotas in a freezing cold quarry. No disrespect to the noble proletariat-
>they were lucky, in fact, to be the backbone of our great nation!>but that wasn't for youAs you sat down in your desk, a loud, reverberating buzzer echoed through your ears and through the building. The nationwide seven-thirty work start alarm. And begin.
For the desk officers, it meant that it was time to take out papers from each of your mailboxes and double-reviewing doctrinal papers and theoretical resource allocations. You were faced with a young officer school's thesis paper and a study on supply line flexibility based on regional topography. The others were talking in the background.
"Hey, Lubchin," said Westinger, "what have you got today?
"Schoolkiddie stuff and another topography study."
"Another?" asked Eittner.
"A damn nother. I wonder if they're ever gonna reassign us to being schoolteachers and cut out the middle man."
"Well our entire purpose is to see how practically fitting the papers are after student's professors pass them on the theoritical..." said Eittner.
"I know, Louis," you sigh, "I know."
"Are you alright, Lubchin? Westinger asked, itching his beefy nose with his blocky thumb.
You look at the larger captain-
>Tell him about that damned proposed housing policy>Keep quiet 