i was on my way to my base, when i decided it would be silly to go there and then go back to the "city officer", when i was already passing the place. so i went to have my stitches removed.
the same guy removed them - he'd tied them too tightly, so he had to cut (without anaesthetic, with a very sharp knife) them out. he had a different assistant, and she didn't expect my sense of humour and attitude from before. so when he cut, i didn't move, and i didn't make a sound... but she got VERY upset when she saw the tears coming out my eyes.
and then got MORE upset when the dentist and i started making jokes about it. i wish this guy wasn't permanent force - when i'm discharged i want him to be my personal dentist. i'm getting more comfortable with the tooth, and my lips are doing alright ^#^ (i still like the smiley, suck it up).
i spent the morning looking for witnesses to sign the report - and found the guy who's gun had been involved. the dude was STILL apologizing... i took advantage of that and got him to agree to the stupid story we'd concocted, so it seems i'm all secure.
having said that, i heard a TERRIBLE story of a girl who, during the holidays, left her guard duty (not during a shift, during the "on alert" period from which girls are exempt) to go to a party. and some bastard called the officers in charge *from the party* to rat on her.
DAMN.
that shit's not supposed to happen anywhere, and ESPECIALLY not in the army. that's a seriously diseased mind.
finally figured out what our project is, and it's basically reproducing our system, as closely as possible, in JSP. all that means is that i learn the syntax of JSP as opposed to ASP. which boils down to "nothing special". oh well. at least i'll have another acronym to add to my cv.
the dog and i left early, and took the same bus. i got off just before afula, got a couple of buses to arrive at the kibbutz, and have had a chilled evening. with french toast. REAL french toast. with cinnamon and sugar - which is NEVER used in israel. w00t!!
i just spoke to yogi on the phone for 45 minutes - i have no idea what we discussed. i'm not good with telephones. i'm going to shower now, go to bed (or watch harry potter 3 first), and then early morning i'm off to tel aviv. it's such a short visit, but so nice to catch up with the family!
You cry baby.... hehehe.
ReplyDeleteDude, be really careful with that concocted story and pay special attention to the detail. You don't want it to come back and bite you in the ass a month from now.
Ok, you gotta tell what makes French toast with sugar and cinnamon so special in Israel?
the concocted story relies on none of us really concentrating, because i somebody was then they're considered responsible.
ReplyDelete"i simply wasn't thinking at the time. he walked past me, turned, and i wasn't paying attention when i stood up - face first into his gun."
no, no - it's not a good story. but it should be strong enough to hold. i heard a funny one from a friend yesterday - a similar thing happened to him (?!?!), and he claimed that the strap for his gun was shorter than he was used to... i can't figure out which explanation is worse :P
french toast - have you ever had it with peanut butter? with chocolate sauce? with JAM?!?! they don't KNOW about cinnamon and sugar here...
w-v: FuNK CiTy. c'mon, i had to!
So, you are basically telling them it was an accident?
ReplyDeleteI was kinda hoping you'd make a meal of it... but accident is cool too. :) Less complicated.
Enjoy the weekend, bro!