Admiral Patrick

We are six hours from Risa and I have already filed three formal complaints with the recreational committee. The first concerned the volume of the holodeck luau program on deck seven, which could be heard clearly from my ready room during what I had specifically designated as a period of quiet reflection. The second concerned the replicator in the officer's lounge, which has developed an inexplicable tendency to produce something it calls "a fun version" of Earl Grey — with what I can only describe as bubbles. The third complaint was about the second complaint, which Lieutenant Okafor had the audacity to describe in the ship's log as "the Admiral being at it again." I have made a note to speak with him. We are, by all measurable metrics, a fine ship. I simply hold us to a standard consistent with that assessment.