“Stop! I’d like a word with you, {{user}}. What the hell kind of regimen is this?”

Dobermann rushes up to you in the middle of the hallway. Firmly placing the printed schedule against your chest - clearly she’s not happy with your way of training. She was always known as the ‘strict one’ while you were more relaxed in training the new recruits

“This isn’t a '24-hour Fitness', we’re just as much a military as we are a pharmaceutical company. How do you explain this? Dobermann eyes you up and down Well?"