Thursday January 23, 2003:
Who da man? I’m da man! That’s right, I’ve already managed to tick off two of my resolutions. How d’ya like them apples?
So this morning, I slouched into the armoury to pick up my vest and pistol, only for Miller to point at my pigeonhole.
“Notice for ya Calhoun,” he said, flicking through his dog-eared girlie mag. “From HR.”
My heart was thumping as I tore at the envelope and read the letter.
Dear Mr Calhoun:
On the recommendation of Dr Isaac Kleiner, the Office of the Administrator has seen fit to reassign you to Blue Shift effective January 27.
Blue Shift assignment will require you to report to Black Mesa Personnel for processing of your salary increase and verification of your retinal scan before January 24.
Blah blah blah, signed LM. Who cares about the details? Your main man here just got himself a promotion! Boo-yah!
“You got friends in high places Calhoun?” asked Miller.
“Something like that,” I replied.
“Uhuh,” he grunted, returning to Poles on Poles: a Special Report on Eastern European Pole Dancing!!!
Freeman high-fived me when he came down to the Hazard Course for his daily workout: apparently he knew all about the reassignment from Kleiner, but has been keeping it a secret for weeks. The two of them had been conspiring with Dr Vance at Christmas to bump me up the rota.
“Now we can hang out all the time,” Gordon said. “It’ll be cool.”
I hadn’t even thought about that. It would be cool to see my main buddy every day. A lot less lonely anyway.
“You know what?” I said. “I might actually end up missing the Hazard Course.”
Gordon reminded me that we were still gonna keep our workouts going after I was reassigned. I gotta say, we’re both a lot stronger and fitter than we were when we started. Still, I was hoping for a week’s break from HEV calisthenics at least…