Just taking a moment to reflect on things. My OIC refers to me as an "academic". I think he uses the term the same way as the Kommissar in Doctor Zhivago who dispargingly taunts the chained man (on the train bound for the Gulag) as an "intellectual".
I like to think that I am bringing to this job some thoughtfulness, maturity, insight and empathy - but then, as I am so often reminded, I was brought out here just to fill a slot (and they certainly don't need anyone with no damned empathy) and to just do the job - and then that is when I say: "Oh, I'm sorry - I'll shut up now, sir.".
That's one side. Then, there is the other side, where I am told that I was brought out here because I bring thoughtfulness, maturity, insight and empathy to the table.
Yes, there is a certain amount of ambiguity (not to mention bi-polarness) attached to this job.
The whole thing is very tedious, but what we do is important. I hold my tongue and observe the big picture.
And then there are times, such as now, that I just think.
"sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt"
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