Monday, October 21, 2013
I hate to say it, but boredom is already setting in. I have nine months to go. Nine months of this stupid ship. Fuck.
The only thing of note that has happened in the last few days is my one-on-one meeting with the liaison. The entirely too cute Imdiko Betra commed me yesterday to ask if I had time to sit down with him for a few minutes. I almost told him no, I was booked solid for the next two years and would he like to make a reservation? Thou art a smartass, Shalia.
I met with him in his office, which is situated just outside the Earther Matara area of the ship. I guess that makes keeping an eye on us gals easy, having him so close. I sat down in his little ‘conversation area’, across the small room from his work desk. This conversation area is a low table surrounded by huge pillows he refers to as seating cushions. They were nice and soft. I wouldn’t mind sleeping on one...they’re about big enough to do so.
After I sat down, there was nothing to do but look across the table at Betra and insist to myself he was not that damned cute. Stupid libido. Thank God that just because a girl likes to look doesn’t mean she must touch.
Betra cured me of any impending crush pretty quick. His smile was friendly enough and he was very polite as he asked me how I was doing. Yet he was kind of weird, too. He fixed me with a searching look that made me feel like a bug on a pin. He kept inhaling really deeply. During our conversation, he kept asking me how I was feeling. Not just a couple of times, but over and over. It kind of went like this: How are you feeling, Shalia? (To which I responded, fine) Are you settling in okay? (Yes) Do you have any questions you’d like to ask me? (Not really) Be sure you contact me at any time if you do have questions. Are you feeling all right? (For the second time I tell him yes) I’m here to help you with anything at all, at any time, day or night hours. If I’m not in my office, com me. (Okay) So, you’ve been feeling okay? (That was three) Is there anything you need, anything at all? (At this point I remembered I was low on teeth-cleansing tabs, but that’s something I can order from my room. I told Betra I didn’t need anything and made a mental note to get the tabs) Your father Nayun commed me. He wants you to stop in Medical and get checked over. (Okay) And you’re feeling good these days? (What the fuck? How many times do I have to tell you I’m perfectly fine? But I answered yes. I wasn’t a bitch about it.)
I thought Dad was a mother hen. Now I think I know why Betra hasn’t been clanned. Imagine living with someone who asks you the same damned question all day long. He takes being a caregiver into the OCD realm.
Betra made me paranoid with all that sniffing he did though. It is very disconcerting to carry on a conversation while the other person’s nostrils keep flaring wide. As soon as I could get away from him, I went to my quarters and took my second shower of the day. Maybe I missed a pit the first time around.
Boredom and overly solicitous men who sniff a lot. This is my life. Fun, fun, fun. Then again, I could be at the Academy, in mortal danger every second of the day. With Nang nearby.
Sometimes, you just can’t win.