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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

not bad at all - or at least not all bad

okay, aside from my health, today was great!

i took pleasure in the walk to the base. i jumped over the back fence, so that i wouldn't have to walk the length of the base 3 times (i'd left my toiletries bag in my office), and was shocked to discover that my body was in such bad shape (specifically due to my sinusitus) that i was sweating, feeling feint, displaying a serious lack of blood in my upper body, and i was shaking violently.

that was freaky. and i still had to go brush my teeth and shave. i sneaked some bread from the mess hall when nobody was around, and walked past the guard hut to say hi to freshmeat... that turned into a very weird conversation because i didn't want the others to know that i'd jumped the fence, and freshmeat was demonstrating an upsetting lack of tact.

i performed the ablutions, then returned to my office. unable to sleep, i got some work done, and eventually went to bed around 6am. i woke up at 9, took my time getting sleep out of my eyes, then bussed to a branch of my bank to try and sort out my cash problems.

i don't know how it works in the rest of the world, so anyone reading this consider yourself begged to explain this to me:

i cannot do ANYTHING with my bank account if i'm not at *my* registered branch. each branch is essentially it's own mini-bank, and none of them communicate between each other.
the only thing i can do is draw my money from any of my bank's atm's.


is that right? it certainly frustrated me today, because it totally stripped the purpose of the trip away. at least i paid my water bill at the post office on my way back.

lunch was alright, the guy i worked with the other day organized me a decent helping of schnitzel (we normally only get one piece, which sucks for someone who weighs over 70kg's). the scout and i took a walk with the dude (dude) from our prefab, and the dude and i are now planning a trip to the skate-park when the weather's good. we also happened upon a section with friendlies that up until now we knew was on our base, but didn't know where... got some coffee and biscuits out of that ^_^

ran into our now-ex-commander (NEC, i'm getting tired of typing that), who gave us some work to do... our client section hasn't yet figured out that he's left - and we went to get to it. which involved waking spot (who slept way more than i did today, his excuse being him getting some action last night: it doesn't happen often enough for me to have anything to say), which involved a trip to the base cafeteria for "sachlav".

when we finally got back, i finished my work for the week - involved some amusing correspondence between me and the NEC - and did some missioning in gta, then came to work.

i got to work on time for the meeting! surprised myself, i did. the meeting was actually fun, aside from my crying over my nasal passages and everyone thinking that i got emotional... i'm now waiting for our food to arrive, then going home to do some work. and chill.

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