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Wednesday, September 19, 2007
anti-pizza
i will not attempt to take the train to work any more. once i arrived at the lod station, i had to wait over 45 minutes for a bus to arrive. not worth it.
i saw a doctor today who gave me a referral and recommendation for the surgery i've been needing since halfway through my mandatory service. in short, he doesn't believe in stitches and wants me to go through the healing process washing a skinned section of my body with soap and water. that sounds delightful.
on the way back to base, i received a call from a girl who's been harrassing me about a full medical examination that i'm supposed to do, but nobody else in my section has heard of.
"it's mandatory!"
"for everyone?"
"yes, for everyone!"
"even the guys who haven't done it?"
"of course!"
"well, then it's obviously not mandatory. i'm not doing it."
"what? but you have to!"
"so what'll happen if i don't?"
"we'll complain to your secretariat."
"who obviously doesn't care. i'm not coming."
"but... but..."
"okay, okay. i'm just pulling your leg. i'll be there. bye."
there was a unit lunch in honour of a bunch of people entering the permanent force, but they ordered pizza. so i had to go out to eat, which sucked.
a bunch of us had to go to my original primary base for a meeting. i kept falling asleep, and i have no idea what was discussed. what i do know is that if you want to keep my attention when speaking in hebrew, don't speak in a monotone and do get to the damn point.
i skipped to my old base to observe the culmination of the project i started before i left. it was a marvellously entertaining evening, i improved my juggling skills and we left the base around midnight having achieved a sense of accomplishment. how long the system will hold remains to be seen, but it does look promising.
the kid and i sat over salad and coffee at cafeneto, and i'm going to bed soon.
i spoke to singer earlier, but it was noisy, so she called again to tell me that she found it weird to talk to me like that. having already said everything in spite of the difficulty, i had absolutely nothing to say, which made that second call ūber-weird.
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