humbled, good and proper

last night's israeli rock line was good, but egg convinced me to stay a little longer and i had *way* too much to drink. i'm quite surprised that i managed to catch the shuttle. i'd probably have had a warmer start to the day if i hadn't, the breeze coming through the window's broken seal coupled with early morning airconditioner blues weren't easy to cope with.

it's probably a good thing that yesterday's lessons are so particularly fresh, because otherwise i might have thrown my toys out the cot when i discovered this morning that some bureaucratic little shit (whoa, here comes the anger) accidentally demoted me (on paper) a couple of months ago, and due to his unfortunate inability to verify data when making life-changing decisions for others i wasn't just screwed over, but i wasn't given any warning either.

to suddenly discover, when i was sort of relying on my paycheck to pay this quarter's rent (due thursday), that i drew a salary of exactly NIS 0.00 for the last month and that next month's pay has already been docked a further NIS 400 has left me speechless. floored. and embarrassingly enough, if i can't get my shit together tomorrow with the bank i'm actually going to have to begin borrowing money for food.

you can't simply lower somebody's salary without notifying them, can you? oh, right. i'm an army bitch. forgot.

not to mention that i've been applying for a loan (long story), and this fiasco makes my earnings look like a sham... today was not a good day for secretaries to tell me that there's nothing to be done. it was late afternoon before somebody finally admitted that there might have been a mistake.

the rest of the day was spent working, part of which was getting a job completed within an hour - i'd be more excited but the preparation was already done for me :S

i'm home, getting ready to go to the gym. i've pulled both my biceps somehow, but i'm sure i can work it out. i picked up my post-office parcel slip, and it's a second warning... again. i think i know why - the post office doesn't address the damn thing properly. figures.

tomorrow's agenda: post-office, bank, and filing a serious complaint against whichever asshole thought that me being penniless is acceptable.