#414 SYorgy

those in the know would be keenly aware on my involvement in SYOG.. as an a volunteer and much less as an althetic, SYOG for me meant hours and hours spent at work, providing logistics support to the hundreds of men and thousands of men hours provided by my company..

logistics support, or any support work for that matter, is predictably routine and not something that people really enjoy doing, you really need to have that "service heart" to do so with a smile, much less for me who prefers operational work and being "on the ground"..

with the constant changes in requirements flying my way and additional spanners thrown into the pool, things just seem to never end and from as early as 5 Aug, it was an onslaught of items, items and items..

when the action kicks in, there are more questions asked, most opinions raised and more comments from all sorts of people, many uncalled for.. just an example of the daily musings, rice is provided for breakfast as the management intent was for the guys to have a full meals before being deployed out (and a busy day, time for lunch would be a luxury) and muslim officers who are fasting during the period tend to skip lunch completely (i found out otherwise a few days in the fasting period).. so the comments were that rice was too heavy and if we could change to noodles or something lighter.. towards the final 2 weeks fo the assignment, we then managed to close the order for breakfast completely and swopped to MacDonald's Breakfast

Looking back, this logistics support work would not have been successful without the help of a good gang of "brothers".. these guys that work under my wing have performed to the best of their abilities to ensure that gaps are plugged and new requirements fulfilled..

by now, things are moving back to "normal" while it always feels that rest is never enough..

on the home front, wifey has also gone through her own version of SYOG.. looking after kiddo while dad dad was away for work as early as 4am and leaving work at around 2am for most days.. to my wife, thank you, to my kid, be good..

i'll write more when i write more then..