Posted Sept. 22, 2022, 7:50 a.m. by Major Stanley Wong (Professor of Psychiatric Medicine) (Bob Spicer)
Stanley had been feeling a bit depressed after the previous day. He had been over the happenings again and again in his mind trying to find what it was he had done wrong. Now he actually was finding himself a bit depressed. He had come to the galley this morning hoping against all hope that the replicator might be working.
Stanley decided to make it easy. Something simple for breakfast so that he wouldn't confuse the poor thing. So, although he was in the mood for fried bread with onions and peppers, he made his order simple, he hoped. "Computer scrambled eggs with salsa." He realized at the last moment that adding the salsa might be a bit much but all he could do now was to wait and see. The result might be amusing. He was instead pleasantly surprised when he got his order.
He was all smiles as he went to have a seat and eat his breakfast. But then, feeling as if his luck may have finally turned, he walked over the replicator and asked for five ounces of salt pork." Once again, he was amazed as he stood there like a child who has just opened the present that he wanted for Christmas. He laughed and took the pork to his table and finally sat down to eat. Sighing contentedly, he went over his orders in his head versus what he had thus far not accomplished. Not one interview yet. And he could not very well wait forever. He decided then that he must move things along even if he had to conduct interviews at workstations. He smiled as he tasted the eggs once again releasing his inner child as he rubbed his stomach in contentment. Nodding his head, he smiled and murmured to himself. "Yes, maybe today will be better, "
Dr. Stanley Wong
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