miserable me

sometimes, it's not so good being me. like today, f'rinstance.

first off: i can't believe that i didn't mention a certain incident that occurred in the kitchens yesterday. i was carrying a large metal container filled with oozing reddish-brown slush, and i asked someone what to do with it. he told me to put it on the floor.

i asked if he was absolutely certain that that's what he wanted me to do with it, and he assured me that it was so. so i tipped the entire contents out, slowly. i was almost done when he began screaming and shouting all sorts of abuse at me, so i screamed back at him that i'd asked him, and then double-checked, because i was sure that's not what he wanted.

i did warn them about me not being able to understand hebrew.

and i'd never do anything like that maliciously. honest! really!

anyway, back to the lousiest day of the year.

i got up semi-drunk, walked in the POURING rain to get the bus (by which stage i was totally soaked), and then nightmared my way to the medical base. i was seen on time, which is unusual.

the bastard reads through all my papers, does Yet Another Arbitrary Test on me (after i told him that yes, my body works. it just hurts all the time, too). he then tells me he's not sure what to do, and hands me a referral to a hospital orthopaedist.

for that i waited two months.

i then ask him to make my exemption from guard duty permanent, something only he can do, on the grounds that hanging a 3kg weapons from the exact spot where my slipped disc is isn't very smart.

he tells me it's not his responsibility. i argue with him. he tells me to go check at the reception desk.

so i do. they tell me it IS his responsibility, i'll just have to make another appointment and get another referral.

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i made my way back to my base, got my commander to make a formal complaint. fortunately i'm kind of friendly with one of the girls in our clinic, so she arranged an immediate appointment with our doctors, and i think they sorted me out with a referral. i'm actually rather confused about the whole thing.

we had a section celebration for the scout and spot's birthdays, and aside from arbitrary bits and pieces, that was my army day. around 5pm a friend of my section commander and i had a meeting about a start-up he's working on, which looks like fun but i'm not sure if i can handle the workload in my present state.

and it was flippin' FREEZING, and i had a hard time not grinding my teeth.

spot and i went into ramat gan to visit the optometrist, we had supper, and i've only just gotten home. on the way, i was standing waiting for a bus and watched some guy almost run over two little girls (around 8 years old, i think) standing on the pavement - i didn't even realize what was happening until he bumped one of them... fortunately she was okay enough to kick his door in once he stopped.

my day has me in such a downer that i missed an opportunity to flirt with an absolutely stunning girl on the last bus i took - that downed me a bit further. crappola.

i just got a call offering me another project. i'm gonna run a washload, shower, and go to bed. although what i really want to do is run around screaming and hitting things. and what i really need is a solid party. gods help me.