Just updating for whoever feels sadly unupdated about me and my misadventures.

So... I got drafted about 4 months ago, right?
And to the Military Police no less, the most unwanted of military applications. Synonymous in the minds of the general population with daily reporting hard working soldiers for merely not following dressing codes and with generally being hated and disrespected. While innocently a year and a half previously I said in a military interview that what I probably most want to be is a graphic designer in my military service.
OK so 2 months of military training, of which the specific mind-fucking Military Police trainees have to go through to make them understand the misconceptions about the MP force, the importance of their job, and the other jobs it has to offer other than policing (like investigation, security diagnosing in inter-province passages and commanding military prisoners) and generally try to make them not run away, on top of the regular military mind-fucking, was the hardest part. Also non of the jobs seem fit... either too demanding, too different, too scary, too bumming, too unfulfilling blah blah blah etc. etc.
In short, 2 months of worrying too much whether I'm going to be able to manage in whatever job I'll get for the next 3 years, and be content with it.
Finally I'm promised a seemingly easy and undemanding job as a "ceremonial manager" at the job distributing by the end of the training, but I'm told I'll still be needing to go through the Policing course, or at least some of it.
So another month goes by, in which I have completed the entire Policing course, all-the-while not knowing what the hell is going on with this mysterious promised job no one can tell me anything concrete about, gathering more and more evidence of being an utter sham.
Turns out it was. Until this day I still don't know why I was lied to so straightforwardly.
In any case, the day they give everyone in my course their positions, they tell me I'm going to serve in the MP commander's base as a graphic designer. In some ape-shit crazy turn of events I've been the only one chosen by the MP force's computer department in interviews it held for a bunch of guys throughout the courses of the MP.
In this job I get to be home almost every evening, while most of the soldiers in the MP spend 11 days in their base and a weekend home, and the base is about an hour from my home.
I was so astounded and relieved for being given this role, I think I was in a complete euphoria for about two weeks.

So now I've had some time in the department, trying not to forget how incredibly lucky I've been to end up where I have. Plus I'm glad to say the people in the department are very nice folks, time goes by fast and the environment is pretty fun most of the time. Not to say the experience I could take with me to future jobs... although I'm suspecting I'm going to get reeeeaaal tired of desk jobs by the end of my service.
The only thing not disturbingly in my comfort zone, I guess, is the constant dealing with people, as part of the job is also to help people with computer problems, mainly on the phone. As little as I know about computers, a lot of the problems are common-sense originated, so I do get to help people from time to time in that department also.
However lucky I try to remind myself I am, I still feel quite envious of people taking their military service to the more challenging end and further away from their comfort zone, experiencing new and different things and still being able to manage by whatever force they happen to drive on. They might ultimately gain more than I by the end of their service.
Anyway, these kind of thoughts fuel depression I largely don't feel I have the right to, so I try to remind myself not to give up on any challenge being presented to me at the least, which is not as "easy" mentally as not being given a choice to.
Never mind... I have a stupid mind. Stops me from having fun wherever the fuck I end up, the fucker. In any case, I'm a lucky bastard, and that is... fucking great. So yeah!
By the way, I'll probably draw more when I adapt to my daily routines as time passes, and submit stuff even, I hope.

Good night! And God bless your poor soul if you read all that.

-Stav