Driving in camp

I’m giving up driving *** vehicles in my NSF life.

Driving is the best skill I have acquired in my entire servicing life and I honesty proclaim that almost all the rest of the time is wastage to my inspiring life.

I know for sure I will not be able to complete seven thousands kilometres before I ORD to convert my military license into civilian one for free, but at least I want to keep the skill so that I can confirm a first time pass if I were to take up driving on my own.

So much for my determination to pass the driving test, with the tremendous effort I have spent, the license is not put into good use. Even when driving is necessary required in my department, I’m not given a chance.

It is recently that I realise even driving inside the camp requires another test even though I already have the driving licence. Even though nobody will bother about me not having orientated even if I drive it in camp, I feel it is better to follow the rules in case I meet any evil people.

With the thought that I want to refresh my memory once in a while, I really hope I can be orientated and then able to borrow a landrover whenever I’m free or is required to move stuffs around.

I went back to the MT-Line yesterday to look for the guy who told me I could be orientated any time without even bringing any document along. It was around two in the afternoon and I supposed they had just finished their mid-parade.

I went to the guy and tried to talk to him but he did not even look at me. At first I thought he had something on his mind that he did not want to be distracted and so I just continued to smile at him and even followed him across the car park. By then, I had confirmed that he was treating me as invisible totally. There were even a few times I thought I was a spirit out of my body.

It was not that I had offended him. In fact, he was so friendly to me the day before when I brought the contractor over and he even offered so much help. I felt so embarrassed to being treated like a fool.

However, I decided not to waste my trip there and so I approached Master Sergeant Sega instead. He was the guy who had given me so many problems during my ROC trip and I had done my best to help him everytime, even to entertain him inside the operation room. All he said was “later okay”.

I stood there waiting, but as I thought over all the treatments and future interaction with them, people of weird working attitudes, I walked off to avoid unnecessary trouble.

So, I have to drop the idea of driving a landrover all by myself.

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