So after five long years, I finally had to dust off those boots and show up at camp for recall. You know, one of those things where you show up, let them check your stuff, then leave?
As yesterday's experience showed, that's mostly true... unless you're part of the advance party.
Then, it gets really interesting. I'm not going to put the gruesome details here, because you never know what minde*f (hey! I just realised it sounds like mind-f***) has got going with their blog trawlers.
Let's just say that I received the call at 8:34am and left camp at 9:15pm.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned that I'm stuck with these idiots till I'm like, 40?
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This blog is my way of holding on to my memories before they fade away, because, really, who develops their digital photos these days?
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