Captain Mom's Log: Week 5: Day 31

My back aches from the old metal swivel stool I am chained to. Finally got new orders from base. I am now required to spend 8 hours in front of the communication box. Several hours pass while studying glitchy training videos where my questions disappear into a void. Another hour or two is spent writing papers that analyze the process and purpose of thinking. My main points circle round and round themselves until I stand up to stretch. Oof. My back won't let me stand up straight. I much preferred the early exploration missions where I got to walk and sit and think my own meandering thoughts. Now my thoughts are being forced back into a standard formula. APA, to be precise.
I ordered a new stool. It has a cushion and the seat rotates with your bum as you lean in any which way. It is a sit-stand style stool. Say that five times fast.
We are spoiled, really. Ordering whatever we would like with the touch of a button. Who from the early 1900s would ever imagine such a thing? My grandmother would not have approved. No honest work in the touch of a button. The stool won't arrive until the end of May. Another month of back pain. Still, I am spoiled.
I have another two hours of communication box sitting to do tonight. Perhaps I'll stand. Or do squats while I watch the videos. We do what we can with what we are given.



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