Friday on my mind

Gorse Fox was up early. Lots to do.

Documents to review, documents to write, documents to re-write for others and the usual calls to handle and re-prioritisations to cope with. One colleague said that he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The Gorse Fox looked – it was just a ventilation shaft, and the darkness returned.

There are a number of frustrations that never seem to recede – the fact that Starfleet will not (easily) provide some of the basic tools such a tricorders and phasers; the fact that may colleagues seem totally unable to use these basic tools of the trade (putting a phaser on “stun” then throwing it at an alien is not an informed use of the tool); not having enough ensigns to man a Starship. All of these conspire to make Friday evening the highlight of the week as the relief sets in and sound of head banging against brick wall starts to recede.

Time to go and wrap the Gorse Fox round a fine glass of wine.