slowly place shades over eyes

what was that from fallout 2? oh, yes...

rule 1: wear protective eyewear (years of living in the vault can make one's eyes sensitive to sunlight. failure to do this can result in EXTREME eye damage!

my interview:

well, it looks like my year and a half of living in the vault has possibly come to an end. i was interviewed by both the programmer and the boss, and they're both eager for me to get started.
not only is the work intriguing, and involves real programming, but the salary is decent enough that i could afford to move into a normal apartment in a good area.
and i'd be working with yogi, which is a plus, and a couple of floors down from a few good friends from university. the hours are practical.
the only issue left, in light of the recent positive stuff from my tech-support job, is how to quit while keeping things on friendly terms.

here's hoping that there aren't any evil bastards waiting for me at the entrance with Big Fuck-off Guns.

daily report follows...

i got home and to bed around 3am, and made it to base in time for inspection. my army day was broken up into the following segments:

1) getting some actual work done

2) formally becoming a part of the new team. our TL and i had a long, and rather interesting talk. not only does he seem to understand our situation, and mine in particular (and he actually seems eager to assist), but he has plans to use our previous experience (the shit that got us moved) and use us for r&d. that would be fucking grand. all-in-all, outlook postive.

3) so many girls. so little time. once again, it would be nice if one of them would respond in a manner indicating that it would be wise to focus on her.

4) proving, once again, that i'm not a sucker for army bureaucracy - i finally sorted out the final problems that beset us during the move, and all it took was a personal touch and the ability to identify and get through to the right people. and the willingness to hike around the base - upstairs and downstairs and all through the town, as it were.

5) fun volleyball.

*pause to remove scratchy eyelash from eyeball*

6) formally being introduced to the new branch head. she didn't pay any attention to my being late (i had a good excuse, but that's not a good start), and we had a good chat in which she explained the differences in attitude between her and our previous branch head. outlook positive.

i went straight from the base to the interview. beautiful offices. everything looks professional. the people behave professionally. i've summarized the rest already. one thing i absolutely love is that i fit in completely to that sort of environment. i have no reason not to exude self-confidence. that makes me happy. and it makes me feel like myself.

yogi waited for me outside my place, i hurriedly changed into civvies, and we headed for ra'anana. his fiance damaged her knee badly today playing volleyball, so that kinda coloured things. we all went to his apartment, where i snacked and crashed, for the first time in years, on the universe's most comfortable couch. i'd forgotten what that's like.

i was woken by SxS - he's back! he woke me up with beacon easter eggs, those things are, without any doubt, the most brilliant invention. EVER. we went through to tel aviv, milled around and met up with some friends, and then went to an incredible bar that happens to be about half an hour from my place. really stylish, great music, and a lot of good-looking wimmen.

i'm now home. and about to shower. and then sleep like a baby. this weekend is already awesome. i even have a good-quality copy of bad boys.

oh - and see my comments.