“Good morning, Joe”, I said through a yawn to the familiar Bolian face behind the commissary buffet. At oh-seven-hundred hours, things can be a bit blurry (Fitness + Medicine, Difficulty 2). So, instead of thoughtfully evaluating my choices, I relied on habit and reached for my breakfast staples of yogurt and bread with jam. A quick stop at the beverage counter resulted in my usual morning cup or two of strong tea to start the day off right. Settling down at one of the tables, I sipped my cuppa (ouch, that’s hot) and took out my padd to review the day’s schedule. Travel the stars, they said. Explore new worlds and encounter new societies, they said. Maybe that’s the case on the flagships, but my experience on station has taught me that most of us in Starfleet live rather more mundane lives. Of course, adventure sometimes finds its way to us. Like that one time when that visiting Naussicaan science team lost control of their experiment in Corridor G. Still, life aboard station can be pretty routine.

The reality is that serving as an officer tends to be less of an adventure and more of a profession. Which is the way it should be, I guess. I awaken on most mornings at oh-six-hundred, get breakfast by oh-seven-hundred, and am at my post by oh-eight-hundred. The typical day is a mix of tasks, meetings, more tasks, more meetings (Control + Command, Difficulty 1)…you get the drift. I typically break for supper around eighteen-hundred hours, but sometimes it’s later. At some point, I eventually make it back to my quarters to settle in for the night to finish paperwork (yes, we still call it that after all of these centuries) or, if I am lucky, to turn on some music and read before bed. As I said, life aboard station tends to be relatively routine. But don’t get me wrong; I wouldn’t trade it for anything.