Log #005: Lessons in Letting Go
06 Nov 2024Bobby Brightside
(The audio crackles to life, and Bobby’s voice, thick with exhaustion and a hint of resignation, fills the silence.)Bobby (grizzled, with a touch of self-reproach):
Commander Bobby Brightside here. Not much to say today, honestly, and not much I’m proud of, either.
Woke up late—way too late, as it turns out. Missed the deadline on that mission I started yesterday. Whole job expired. Damn. Not like me to let something slip like this, but I’ll admit… didn’t exactly have a clear head this morning.
Ran into an old buddy from the Navy last night. Was supposed to be just a drink to catch up, swap stories about the good ol' days… but one drink turned into another, and before I knew it, we’d gone through half the bar. Don’t know if it was the nostalgia or just my own stupidity, but I woke up with a pounding headache and a wasted contract.
Supervisor Knowles sent a message, of course. Made it clear that failure like this won’t be tolerated, and that if I want to keep working for the Tellus Group, I better clean up my act. Fair enough—I can’t argue with him on that. Doesn’t feel great being called out, but I guess I earned it.
(He sighs, his tone slipping into frustration laced with a bit of self-reflection.)
Truth is, I’ve been pushing too hard lately. Fighting like I’m still in my 20s, running missions back-to-back. Maybe I needed that reminder that I’m not exactly fresh out of flight school anymore.
After reading that message, I’ll be honest… I just went back to bed. Some days, the best thing you can do is recharge and get ready to face tomorrow.
Commander Bobby Brightside, signing off. Here’s hoping for a better day tomorrow.
(The log ends, the faint whirring of ship systems signaling the recording’s end.)