On Monday I went back to SMTI to collect my posting order. Based on rumours in the previous few weeks, I was apparently supposed to become an instructor in SMTI. It was not to be. I was posted to HQ 4 SAB at Kranji Camp 2. On hearing the news, I was quite shocked with being sent to Armour. I didn’t even know where this camp was. Best of all there was no transport, and I had to take a cab there myself.
On arrival at the Medical Centre, I was greeted with by the medics with, ‘You have arrived at the wrong time! Good luck!’ My upper study was more than happy to see his replacement arrive. This week was spent get oriented to the camp and the various important personnel I will be working with.
My job involves taking orders from the MO and Senior Medics. I also supposed to maintain the medical centre’s infrastructure. Office supplies, air conditioning, even pest control. Then I have to take charge of the medics here. It will take some time to know the people here. My upper study tells me PR is very important for this job.
There are lots of events coming up soon. I hope I will react to them well. I cannot afford to mess things up. My life is really on the line now.
I don’t know, maybe I’m being stressed for nothing. One of the old birds told me, ‘Eh Sergeant you look very stressed! Relax man!’ How to relax? Got so many directives to study. I haven’t even finished revising my resuscitation procedures yet. Really, life at SMTI was too slack. I feel very unready for this job. Yet I have to project the image that I am always ready.
I’m bunking in with my upperstudy, his combat medic and a newly arrived service medic. The bunk was really filthy. I had to make do with the broom, dustpan, and lots of toilet paper to clean up the dust. Absolutely unbelievable. I could only use the magiclean magic wiper after retrieving my other stores on Thursday’s night’s out. This unit has night’s out on Tuesday and Thursday. I will be sure to make use of it liberally.
Oh yes, I’m typing this from camp computers. I’m confined here till next week. Unit directives say that all newbies are to be confined. Dumb! Well, see you next weekend. It’s time for me and my service medic to go to the cookhouse to consume the swill that has been prepared for us.