displacement theory

pre-drinks on monday night:



i got out of the apartment this morning just before 7.30, and i still made it to the base-i-want-to-be-stationed-at before 7.45. DAMN. i saw the dentist, got a filling fixed, received a complaint about my lack of flossing, and got my teeth cleaned (that actually hurt). i then sat at their pitiful cafeteria and waited for the kid.

we found out where to go, and went for our interviews. he went first, and explained what's happening with us in our current unit - laying good groundwork for my proposal. meanwhile i bust my headphones, so i need to get a new set. dammit. i definitely need to get a quality pair, too.

i went in and explained to her exactly how i feel. she explained to me that it's possible for me to move, but first i need to go back to the unit (which is bloody suspicious, and means that it'll be harder for me to leave *cries*) and get my commanders to speak to her directly.

SWAK.

but her attitude was good - it seems that she really doesn't have a problem helping me out.

on our way off the base, we got caught in a freak shower. we scrambled to the nearest covered doorway to wait it out. i thought, "sod this", and knocked on the door and entered. there were a few girls sitting there, so i asked if we could get some tea. one of them went off to organize it, and we sat and chatted with them for about half an hour... drinking tea, and eating the chocolates that were offered.

turned out that the office belongs to a unit that i'd really like to get into - the super-cute girl we were talking to (mntns) gave me their details, and told me that if my commander agrees then maybe i could move there. so i got her details (of course :P), then went back to the interviewer to find out if this is possible.

possible, yes. but still requires me to go back to my usual base, and wait for my commanders to not be assholes.

the kid and i walked through to dizengoff, bought really good toasted sandwiches, and finished them off at mmf's. i packed all my gear, stuck all 20 or so kg's on my back, and we returned to base.

had a chat with the secretariat. i refused to be "returned" to my unit until i've spoken with our SC, and they agreed to leave me be. i also found out that our bastard TL (what a prick) had been in there earlier to tell them that he knows that i'm causing problems, and that i don't really know what i want. fuming doesn't begin to describe how i was once i'd heard that.

our SC was on holiday - figures. so i spent the rest of the day chilling and milling. at one point i caught up with our TL, and confronted him about what he'd said. he eventually agreed to let me be - which is oh-SO-nice of him considering that in a couple of weeks it'll have nothing to do with him either way.

i also had a rather amusing email conversation with mntns - it's still going. always tricky when you know all of someone's personal details and you can't let on :P

i bussed home, watched a gracie educational video (not that interesting), and showered. then i crashed for 20 minutes. then i got up and dressed and fucked off to work.

we're finishing in another 2 hours. it's been a worse than average night. so far:

"daddy's eating! ooooh he smells it!" - lord help me.

i've had a conversation with HAL. bloody HAL. [lame - ed.]

i've had to deal with a caller who only speaks in ebonics.

and i've had a guy spend 5 straight minutes explaining to me why he's not prepared to lower his security settings. but i got the FULL story. every sentence of unwanted information followed by a pause. for example:
"i got a virus on my pc. it really messed things up. a friend helped me sort that out." <pause>

and an indian woman named "charu". cute :P i was confused as to which accent to use when speaking to her.

anyways.

not robots as such, but cool nonetheless

okay, here's what *I* think:

we have a possible new home. hell, we have quite a few of them. alright!

we're almost ready to get off this rock. slowly (too slowly, in my opinion), but surely. so although just getting outta here is priority 1, we might actually have a destination too. cool.

the way i figure it, there are two obvious differences between us, and those who built the tower of babel. well, obvious assuming that the basis of the story we know is somewhat real. we're taught that their intention was to defeat god... our intention is geared more towards survival. or it should be, at any rate.

and hell, our tech is slightly better 'n theirs. that's what it all comes down to, anyways. i don't think we're spiritually any better or worse than our predecessors. i do think that we're more ready than they were to face whatever future we have out there. and i personally believe that that's the final test of man. when we step over that threshold, we'll become something else. something better.

in the grand scheme of things, of course.