permagrin

last night yogi taught me all sorts of interesting things about the stock market, then he left and i crashed. i woke up badly - not as badly as the day before, but badly nonetheless - and bussed through to the base. robert rankin - web site story makes me smile.

i spent the first 10 minutes or so attached to the doorframe. it has the perfect angle of attack for the knotted and questionable muscles. the kid rocked up, and i unglued myself to let him through. i almost fainted from the position change.

he farked off, and a gorgeous girl (sbelle, she's this beautifully packaged awesome who dreams of living in the southern states because she likes country music) came for a visit. and to polish her shoes. she's probably the only girl in the israeli army who wears army boots because she likes them - and now that i've seen her wearing them with blue jeans, i can see why. the reason i remember that she polished them is because she then perched herself on my desk, with one foot on my chair arm. i kept having to resist the urge to pull her down into my lap. later on in the morning we were talking through messenger, and she made a comment about possibly breaking up with her boyfriend - i jumped straight onto that one ;).

i did some arbitrary missioning for the SC, which got me involved in a stupid fight with the mongoose - turned out later we were arguing about two completely different things. bleh. that was annoying.

the discipline officer was walking past me, and i had one hand holding onto one of the problem muscles (when i say one of, every muscle on my left side, from my neck to halfway down my spine, not including my arm, is a problem muscle at the moment), and i said "good morning". he looked at me before responding, and told me to take my other hand out of my pocket. i did so (not understanding why), and he duly informed me that my half-gloves are not legal.

"really? you're kidding!"

dammit. i can't believe i got caught. couldn't he have just greeted me back?

i then fucked off to a job interview at scepia, an everything-internet company that mostly deals with web design and search optimization, and with all sorts of odd rubbish and statistics and things as well. i got there exactly on time - impressed the hell outta myself - and spent the next 45 minutes learning why i wouldn't be particularly interested in working there. nice people, good environment, and a few interesting things here and there... but nothing really exciting. and not enough money to make me give up my current work.

i met up with spot at azrieli, we sat for some coffee and i had "lunch" (a brownie. serious stuff). smoking is illegal in malls, has been for years, but nobody really enforces it. we were both halfway through a cigarette when the guy next to us turned around and asked if it would bother us to not smoke in a non-smoking establishment.

we put out the cigarettes, loudly discussing the fact that we have no problem putting out a cigarette because it was bothering someone, but that to mention the legality of it was sheer rudeness. a few minutes later, a security guard walked past and noted that our cigarette boxes were on the table, and warned us against smoking.

damn. getting serious. i'm not sure if i'm disappointed or impressed.

we bussed back to the base, discussing interesting ways to get released from the army as mentally unfit. my method required up to half an hour of just smiling stupidly, so spot bet me that i couldn't hold it that long. i managed about 10 minutes - i'm well impressed. and it was most entertaining to watch people's faces when they saw me just walking and smiling while spot tried to make me say something.

once back in our office we got to work. i finished all my jobs, and found myself searching the others' task lists to see if they had anything that needed doing... weird. some religious guy came through to talk, and it resulted in me putting on tefillin for the first time in years.

the guy we smoked nargila with just over a week ago (spuzz) joined me and spot, and we went off to the lincoln.

as spot said: we always go there to play pool. we always stay because of the waitresses.

the pool was great, the waitresses were simply phenomenal. i changed into my overalls (more comfortable; i wanted to drink alcohol), and the mind-blowing one actually stopped to comment on how good they look. i feel bad about asking her out, because i've already asked out so many of the waitresses there. buggrit.

we went to zinc afterwards for supper - i began with a faux pas, offending the headwaiter by trying to order from her. granted, i *was* in a hurry (to get to work), but still not good. the food was quick, though - and great as always. i then bussed to work.

i showed the driver my soldier's id. he told me i need to be in uniform (there's me, standing with army boots hanging off my bag and a huge army jacket in hand), so i told him i *was* in uniform. he gave me a funny look, and i pulled down the overalls until it was possible to see the belt. when he realized what he was looking at, he burst out laughing, and waved me through: "do just that if a conductor does a check!", he shouted as i sat down.

one of the two girls sitting in front of me was wearing buffalos, so i asked where i could get men's. this got me included in a very cute discussion about what to buy for her boyfriend's birthday.

i walked through to work, and our shift is beginning now. so g'nite... i reckon.