Posted July 8, 2020, 12:34 p.m. by Petty Officer Benjy Yousefi (Operations) (Jamie Moore)
Fortunately, in Benjy’s view, he had arrived on the outpost at an inopportune moment for a counselling appointment, having had plenty of duties to attend to right away. Alas, there was only so long he could evade the scrutiny of the counsellor and after running out of excuses he found himself traversing the still unfamiliar corridors, en route to the counsellor’s office. His route of choice was rather circuitous, taking him through spells of well-kempt and modernised habitat and others he found profoundly lacking in their maintenance. It seemed he had his work cut out for him. He was pleased.
As the petty officer approached his destination corridor, his movement lacked its usual vitality. Instead, he trudged along the final stretch. It wasn’t that he resented counsellors and the role they fulfilled or even his being required to meet with them. Simply, he did not enjoy breaking out of his forward-looking positivity. Too much of his short life, in his estimation, had been spent wallowing and failing to move ahead in life He didn’t blame himself. He had health issues to contend with then and now, his recognition of which was important to him, but he much preferred looking forward than back.
Before he knew it, he was contending with the flat surface of the office door. A quick sigh later, he sounded the door chime.
Benjy Youseffi - Ops
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