I'm back at my home base. No one saw me off from the tiny base! WTH??? It was 90 below and wind whipping a roaring 50, but so what. It was ME leaving!! Kidding...do not feel bad y'all from Tiny Baseland. Here's one more laugh to remember me by... I had dreams all night of knocking a certain someone to the ground and doing a Jungle Jane on him...WTH, I'm leaving anyway right Victoria? I remember I heard a saying once that said, when opportunity knocks...and I can't remember the rest, so I lose. I hope you will think of me from time to time. Good times! Anyway, if anyone would've showed up I would've cried like a baby, so instead I tucked myself into the cargo hold of my ride and surprise... My 2 adventure buddies were there! So I got my hugs and tears after all. I will really miss the Tiny base and everyone on it.
So home I am once again. Many remembered me and also lots of new faces. My site manager met me at the terminal and I gave him a big hug...THEN he asks me if so and so was on the ride too. I told him to give me back my hug. He's so funny. It was great catching up with my friends. My hang around buddy Brenda was transferred out since I've been gone. DEPRESSING! and I had to sign a form when I was in-processing (letting everyone know you're back officially), that basically said that I promise not to fraternize or let men sleep over. So I asked the obvious question...who got caught? Ha! Ha! No real answer, but I found out that Salsa night has been permanently shut down- WTH! So now what am I suppose to do on Saturday night? Peeved that SOMEONE messed it up for everyone, I took myself off alone to dinner. I barged into mealtime with the vector guys who always make room for me, but they were done and stayed only a minute. Filthy buggers I thought, I never sat alone at Tiny base, (sniff, sniff)...and another buddy walked in. That's another nice thing about bigger bases is you wait long enough someone will come by that you know. He brought a new guy who's a talker. I think we'll get along just fine. I also hope he's married so he don't think I'll entertain him. I'm here to work...Oh what was I saying in the last paragraph???
Speaking of work, I barely got off my kevlar, (bullet proof vest and snazzy helmet) and was bombarded by patients. Marilette, (my medic buddy here), is still catching up on paperwork from slip and falls and other good stuff that patients suffered from the recent snow and ice, so I'm on duty. Here they have rocks to walk on, not the nice sidewalks that I've grown accustomed to...(hum). On second thought, maybe I will encourage my pal to knock off Frank the medic allowing me to go back to Tiny base. Ha! Ha!.. when opportunity knocks...um...oh never mind.
Ta! Ta!
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