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Tuesday, May 19, 2009

2 large: bang!

that was some serious shopping i just did, shoes and shorts and sports equipment. i hadn't used my army points and they accumulated a lot faster than i'd anticipated :)

i woke up at 5.30am feeling alright - maybe still partially tipsy, but fine - and got to the train station with time to spare for the shuttle. unfortunately, things went awry the second i entered it: it was stuffy, hot, and smelled like a really fat, sweaty slob who'd just been dunked in a bath of old-ladies' cologne. i felt nauseous and could barely breathe the entire 45 minute journey, with only slight relief whenever we picked up speed from the breeze through the driver's window.

shuttles don't have passenger windows, i wonder if it's to keep them from jumping out.

i had an argument with my team-mate this morning: i've been pushing additional code comments to make things clearer and give us less work to do, and he's decided NOT to comment, but to put all the helpful information in a separate file instead.

i think that's stupid.

so we called in our TL. our TL decided that we shouldn't add comments at all because then the people who replace us won't have to work hard and gain experience dealing with unwieldy material. he's afraid they'll become "lazy". my team-mate began agreeing with him, and i thought that maybe i was losing it again.

then i went across to nystire and his TL, and they reassured me that i'm not the problem.

*shakes head forlornly*

i'm now finally insured, and in a few days i'll have to begin noting and valuing all my possessions. sounds fun :/

i made the mistake of telling the local idiot (to be fair, there're a few of them - this is the indian one) that i'm not interested in hearing about "such a pathetic sport". we were discussing soccer, and after a while i apologized, explaining that i don't think the sport itself is pathetic, just the crazed spectators.

i got another update from orange: another day's delay. at least the guy who called had the good grace to sound cautious and apologetic. they're going to hear from me and a video camera tomorrow. i hope i don't get myself arrested.

while trying to get in touch with another unit's help-line, i fell asleep a number of times on hold. and it didn't matter :(

did i mention that i wasn't feeling good all day? it got worse. and the unidentifiable taste of the chicken didn't help. after a second attempt (just making sure that it wasn't me) i gave up, and then the others began complaining too. i would've phoned in a complaint, but i had no idea how to describe the problem.

the workday was mostly a loss, and it ended with a long meeting about the next project. i must admit, the second that someone other than my TL or our SC talk about it, it sounds important and interesting - it's just that when they try and explain it sounds meaningless and boring. i hope i can ignore the two of them and enjoy something at work.

i came home too late to organize a safe (not for valuables, which i don't really have - just to protect documents), but i made it to dizengoff and found a neat gift for my previous TL's birthday, got the art gear i needed (the most expensive item was a replacement brush for the one i ruined with spraypaint yesterday :$ :$ :$) and spent a long time sports shopping.

i even got proper frisbees and a wallet ^_^

i'm now exhausted. completely. i need to eat, shower, run laundry, and get some work done on ze germans' project, and i definitely need some sleep.

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