the beginning of the end: last ict day 13

It's strange to think that you could work with people for 10 years and not know a thing (or the REAL thing, for that matter) about them.

No doubt the 'work' is periodic, intermittent and not thoroughly and intensively interactive but you believe that you kind of pinned that person or those persons down, in some ways.

How wrong I was.

:o(

Oftentimes, what you know is unique only to your own experience, perception or relation to that person or those persons. And how they appear or react or behave with you or in front of you or worse with or in front of YOUR clique so the notion of what they are trickles back to you.

The sort of I-know-that-you-don't-know-what-I-want-you-to-know-but-I-want-to-make-you-think-you-know-more-than-I-know business.

The Army is filled with bitches.

So what's new.

Very intriguing and thoughtful moments I've been havng these past few days. Peeking into skeleton closets. Hoarding and trading gossip like a bitchy Deep Throat. Nothing springs the lid of the dusty ol' bank vault of secrets easier than the good ol' End of The Road Warranty Seal. People trade information with no holds barred.

Behaviour, antics, mannerisms, actions, thought process, body language, speech. The sort of Hannibal Lecter deduction thing on a smaller scale.

Think Wisteria Lane in military fatigues and jargons.

Quid pro quo among Lecter Doctors.

Nothing, nobody, is what they seem.

;o>

On this last 2nd duty of a really long ICT journey, I'm glad the gossips have survived all these years. (And little ol' me got my aces ready too...)

They just keep getting better.

Which actually makes dreadful shift duty livelier.

What can I say.

In our hearts, we're all vultures.