scary little girls; enticing women

today is the israeli equivalent of valentine's day. apparently there's no particular reason for it being on this specific date, but whatever.

not quite the first time i'm mentioning it. i pretty much don't shut up about it, but every now and again it creeps into my blog. i spent quite a lot of time with a great girl on our base today... amusing conversations and a little bit of physical torture, interspersed with a semi-massage and a head-rub (i shaved my head ^_^)... and then a conversation in messenger where she told me that i should rather go looking for girls my own age.

that *hurt*. i lie. that *really* annoyed me.

half-asleep, i made it to base almost on time today. i sat outside my office for half an hour, having stolen a sandwich from the guys downstairs and having a smoke. when i walked in, our whole section was sitting in my office, one of the guys giving a lecture.

whoops.

the tension was half-broken, half-increased, when one of the girls began singing "happy birthday" to me. funny as hell, though.

not-quite awake, and having missed half the lecture, and the lecture being in hebrew, i was in over my head. after about 10 minutes i dispensed with the heroics, and went missioning around the base. i got back to my office just as the lecture was finishing, did a bit of work, then went and got my hair thrown off.

we had a really good lunch just outside our base. my commander was laughing because every cute girl who walked past us greeted me, and he told everyone about something that i did yesterday that sounded way more impressive than it actually was. after such a strong story, i was actually too embarrassed to tell them what i'd whispered into the girl's ear to get the response i did (and, in context, the response wasn't as interesting as i would've liked) - so they just assumed that i have some super-secret and perfected technique... for getting whatever it is that my commander *thinks* i got out of it...

i kind feel like george costanza from seinfeld.

some of the afternoon was interesting, some of it wasn't, and here i am at work.

because spot reads this, there's a bit of office-politicking that i can't reveal... there will be no tipping scales on my watch. if he reads this, it'll drive him nuts, which isn't such a bad thing. my aim is to give spot an anneurism before he hits 25.

anyway - that spillage i mentioned yesterday? we performed testing on the data... and it's PERFECT. i'm thrilled and pissed off at the same time. so i sent through a formal request for an addition to our provider's api, and we're now negotiating the additions.

in the meanwhile, i have to figure out what i'm doing wrong with another of their api functions. this time, it's almost guaranteed to be my fault :S

it being the day of love and all... that dead-sexy waitress that didn't pitch a couple of weeks ago? she managed to get my number from spot (thank you spot, you've actually managed to do right once again), and called me up. we're now on for friday night, a completely open date. yay! TOOK BLOODY LONG ENOUGH.

and now to do some actual work.