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Today was a bad day, although productive. The highlight was walking to work at five in the morning, to arrive before six in a beautiful, empty, quiet city of Seattle. My promo boss booked me for two more days of work as well. That was good. However, I picked up a promo this weekend at SeetheFare expecting a cool sailing show and ocean awareness event. In reality, SeetheFare seems more like a ‘defense’ industry trade show sponsored by petrochemical and aerospace. The kid’s beverage promo area where I’d be stationed was smack in the middle of the military area, surrounded by all the armed forces, less the Coast Guard. No way, I thought; find some other jarhead! I declined in a professional manner, thinking it better to cancel now than make a scene or have a bad experience at the event. There’s no need to truly object or raise a stink. No reason to go through with it either. However, today my co-worker asked out of the blue, “Were you in the military?” This stung a bit, putting me in a brooding state. Why did she think so? Others have asked me this same question before, and I just tell them, ‘No, it’s just that in Chinese astrology, I’m a Metal Dog.’ But today these thoughts plagued my mind, making for an uncomfortable span of loathing. However, looking back, she must have asked if I was in the military because I told her I was working at SeetheFare on the weekend; I didn’t understand the real association of the event until later that evening. When the weekend finally arrived, I was working at the Seattle Mariners baseball game instead – ending up with the best possible view of the Navy’s Flew Angles air show, whether I liked it or not…