the three-more-day itch

after a friday duty in camp yet again, i sat in the cab pondering my unplanned future as my duffel bag bounced in the boot behind. by tuesday, i will be officially unemployed. i will be jobless. gasp.

not that i've been working my entire life. i've been a student for most of the time until army kicked the sanguine boy outta me and exposed me to real life. a real, harsh, disillusioned life. so i take my official bum status in good light. i take it as new-found freedom. you can say i'm a born-again free soul.

as the days go by, i look forward to ORD ever more eagerly. i'm like a butterfly struggling to get out of its chrysalis, pushing harder with every passing second, with extra energy and enthusiam each time. if you ever spot a butterfly in its process of emancipation, do not aid it in slicing the cocoon. the butterfly is meant to struggle, if not it'll never be strong enough to fight for its own survival in the outside world. so just stand aside and watch me crawl (yes, time seems to crawl now) to my ORD, for i will get out of my chrysalis with greater strength and will power than ever.

i will miss my friends though. hey people, good bye and good luck!