The Times They are a Changin'

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

-Bob Dylan

This Saturday, as I'm showering off the sweat of an early morning 5k run, Mad Dog will be replaced as OIC by the Lieutenant in charge of Det Andros in the Bahamas. I don't know how the Lieutenant racked up enough bad karma points that he was yanked from there to come here, (I severely hope it had to do with free will and wanton lust*), but even though I don't know him I'm glad he's coming to our small patch of Earth. Now Mad Dog won't be able to claim OIC of Det Cuba on his FitRep (annual evaluation for E-7 and above), which is a good thing, because he's miserable at his job. He's not going anywhere; he'll stay with us and act as AOIC. It's a job with little responsibility, visibility, or glamour. He'll move his things from the large office at the end of the hall to a much smaller office in the middle of things - the sort of place you pass on your way to important meetings and conversations. And what sweetens the deal (does it get any sweeter than this?) is that his new office houses the only working printer, which will make Mad Dog the de facto printer bitch of the Det. Just typing that makes me smile. Watching it happen next week is going to be even better.

I can't wait for Saturday.
 

*Title of a play I saw in Chicago several years ago.