the israeli/arab service experience

when i spoke to the movers yesterday and asked if i could move in the evening, they told me "absolutely not, the only time we have is 4 to 5", so i signed on a day's vacation and left the base early, because the army doesn't show mercy towards normal people.

obviously, when they eventually arrived at 7.35pm i was pleased. i'll be fair, the guy almost seemed apologetic, they were quite efficient and it wasn't their fault that the larger of the sofas won't get through the door - still, i think it was unreasonable to have the two arabs pushing me for a tip afterwards, especially when the cost of the move was CLEARLY a lot higher than it should have been. and the nasty girl i spoke to on the phone was trying desperately to wheedle ever last cent out of me because she caught a whiff of my accent.

a real class act. unfortunately, no worse than the others.

at least i got stuff done in the afternoon - two sabuda pop-ups and a new toilet, umm, thing (the top bit what flushes) and i had time to vacuum the bedroom i've vacated. once the movers were gone, i fiddled a bit and then went to the ceremony, running into a dutch friend and a couple of the ski-trip girls. it was i good ceremony, but long and we're all complaining of sore feet.

so now i have to find a buyer for the big couch, i'm on my last transport mission for the night and i have no pc until tomorrow.

at least i'm sleeping under my own roof!