a disturbed day

this is a disturbed did you know... now i know that the mongoose wasn't just making it up :P
_{(i'm also very concerned that there are people reading this who keep missing my not-so-subtle hints... some of the pictures are relevant links, dammit. and some pictures are relevant because of the pages they're taken from.)}

i was in the middle of rem sleep when the kid woke me up this morning, and i haven't been far out of that headspace since. it was a long, long day, highly pressured in spite of the general lack of actual activity... it's really, really awkward getting ready to say goodbye to a place you've been forced to call home for two years.

tons to sort out; like permanent dental care for the tooth damaged last year, the workload (and piles) that i'll be leaving the kid with, farewell things, conditions for next year, and so on. speaking of that tooth, i just brushed my teeth, and a tiny piece of the completion just came off.

#$!@

today being wednesday, i bought marshmallows and we had sorted coffee. after a couple of hours of work / organization / babysitting, we went off to lunch.

that reminds me - i received an email informing me that i passed the introductory course in real-time, and that i passed satisfactorily. it was an introductory LECTURE. no test. did i pass because i showed up?!

lunch wasn't bad, as such. but the portions we were limited to amounted to approximately two bites per person. that's just frikkin' WRONG. of course, we employed dirty tactics and stole from the officers' mess, but we really shouldn't have had to.

it's been a while - i finally caught up with the hairdresser after lunch, for a quick, smooth buzz. feels good by itself, but i've been happily harrassed since by lots of people who can't not rub my head. feels alright ^_^

apparently the mpe story gets around - i believe that the mongoose can't keep his trap shut. a really cute girl took me aside on my way back from the haircut to interrogate me. i passed the interrogation with flying colours, but that's neither here nor there :P

a large part of the afternoon was spent sorting out my status and status-to-be with the welfare officers. apparently i got screwed over with last year's holiday as far as my regular vacation days are concerned; this year i'll be screwed over by having to extend my mandatory service by a few days to make up for the flights not being too convenient.

during this process, i had to fill out a form about my family. it's always hard for me to get all the details right; when i dutifully informed my welfare officer that my younger sister's actual occupation is prostitution, a look of comprehension dawned: now she knows why none of the other welfare officers have ever filled those tables in for me. she left the field blank.

i've come up with an interesting pull-up manoeuver: one regular pull-up (chin-up? i don't recall), then raising the legs between the arms and performing a pull-down. it's quite the strain.

supper was enjoyable (the kid, piles and a couple of others from our section guarded tonight, so i ate with them), and then it was work-time. two buses, one of them empty grdammit, passed by (us, a group of soldiers needing to get moving). it really sucks that there are so many bus-drivers who can't stand soldiers.

at work, sitting in civvies (with a white shirt), i looked down and registered a chest-hair poking out of my shirt. how the hell did it manage to get through the cotton knitting?! freaky.

nql and i sat over a php problem for hours; eventually (through a smoke-break inspired test) discovering that what we were trying to do was totally impossible. work-around from hell, and now i have a list of things to do in order to finish it all for tomorrow. headache.

my provider contact sent me an email with a response to a problem that was completely off the mark, and he suggested that in future i use their crm system. which is an aweful system that they don't use most of the time.
what an asshole. i tried to call him, but he was unavailable - so i spoke to his linguistically-challenged counterpart, who directed me to the only person who can help me. this person works straight out of russia. is this what's meant by piercing the veil? (just kidding, i know what that means)

my boss is almost as unimpressed as i am.

i bussed home, stopping at the cafeneto with the kid for an hour to wolf down a sandwich and flirt with the waitresses. okay, so we talked a lot about serious stuff, too. workaholics.

now i'm all pissed off about my tooth, i'm going to shower and crash. we've gotta be up in less than five hours for a ceremony and inspection for rabin.

aw crap. now all my hopes and dreams are ground into dust.