Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 8:58:13 GMT -8
Personal Log
Stardate 87405.7
I am admittedly not certain whom I'm more frustrated with currently: The latest member of the Federation's diplomatic delegation or my father for assigning me the task of having to deal with her. After nearly half a century, it's still the same. I'm the one they both dangle between them. My father knows that she is aware of his weaknesses... that she can see through his tactics. And so, he sends me to deal with my mother.
And I understand his frustration. She is attempting to do the same with me, and that's why I will not forgive him for this. She brings up ludicrous suggestions for restitution of Federation aid such as use of cloaking devices when she knows that the Romulan government will not concede to such a thing! And then she pivots in the midst of negotiations asking if I'm eating well... or if I'm still seeing a certain doctor. The woman is completely unprofessional!
I've been forced to surrender my evening to her for dinner. We've agreed that we won't discuss business, of course that leaves me at the mercy of her picking my entire life apart, and possibly being broached on the topic of grandchildren. Still, I haven't seen her in a while and she does express a great deal of pride in what I do. Not just my diplomatic pursuits, but my work in medicine as well. Apparently it's been three generations since there's been a doctor in the family.
I attempted to contact Ozzy to see if he would be back by this evening, but thus far I haven't gotten a response. Knowing Ozzy, he's making himself useful in the transport's Sickbay. He's never been the sort to sit still if there's something he can do to help. Such a bleeding heart. It's a human flaw... one that afflicts even me, especially when I ask myself what would Ozzy do. I suppose I should get ready. It seems that I'll be attending dinner sans an escort.
That's probably for the best, however. My father has never been a fan of 'that doctor.' He feels that I allow myself to become too easily distracted in Ozzy's wake. The mere mention of Ozzy makes father a little uneasy. In all honesty, it may be a good thing that Ozzy enjoyed his leave on Risa. At least he's more likely to avoid some random life-threatening hazard that could have put him in harm's way.
Stardate 87405.7
I am admittedly not certain whom I'm more frustrated with currently: The latest member of the Federation's diplomatic delegation or my father for assigning me the task of having to deal with her. After nearly half a century, it's still the same. I'm the one they both dangle between them. My father knows that she is aware of his weaknesses... that she can see through his tactics. And so, he sends me to deal with my mother.
And I understand his frustration. She is attempting to do the same with me, and that's why I will not forgive him for this. She brings up ludicrous suggestions for restitution of Federation aid such as use of cloaking devices when she knows that the Romulan government will not concede to such a thing! And then she pivots in the midst of negotiations asking if I'm eating well... or if I'm still seeing a certain doctor. The woman is completely unprofessional!
I've been forced to surrender my evening to her for dinner. We've agreed that we won't discuss business, of course that leaves me at the mercy of her picking my entire life apart, and possibly being broached on the topic of grandchildren. Still, I haven't seen her in a while and she does express a great deal of pride in what I do. Not just my diplomatic pursuits, but my work in medicine as well. Apparently it's been three generations since there's been a doctor in the family.
I attempted to contact Ozzy to see if he would be back by this evening, but thus far I haven't gotten a response. Knowing Ozzy, he's making himself useful in the transport's Sickbay. He's never been the sort to sit still if there's something he can do to help. Such a bleeding heart. It's a human flaw... one that afflicts even me, especially when I ask myself what would Ozzy do. I suppose I should get ready. It seems that I'll be attending dinner sans an escort.
That's probably for the best, however. My father has never been a fan of 'that doctor.' He feels that I allow myself to become too easily distracted in Ozzy's wake. The mere mention of Ozzy makes father a little uneasy. In all honesty, it may be a good thing that Ozzy enjoyed his leave on Risa. At least he's more likely to avoid some random life-threatening hazard that could have put him in harm's way.