flavour of the month

today killed me.

it began alright, but the first thing i had to deal with when i arrived was our SC. i fell flat on my face in the peer-review, and my commanders' evaluation wasn't flattering at all. in fact, it was downright disgraceful.
"don't take it so hard," he tells me. what, should i be smiling while i listen to my commander telling me that everyone thinks that i'm useless and unfriendly?

what makes it worse is discovering later that our resident spoke-in-the-wheel / party-pooper's review marked him as a prime example of professional excellence. i'm really not sure what's happening here, and all i can do is assume that the remarks that i got are fair and try to improve them.

organizing my trip to the range was distasteful. i had to make three hurried trips across the length of the base, a large number of unpleasant phone calls (the original group decided that i'd be wasting their time: DENIED), and it was only a spark of inspiration on my part that allowed me to arrive *just* as the second group was being briefed. the guys were really helpful and i was out of there quite fast. it's been a year and a half, but i finally have a license again :)

the awkward bit is readjusting to carrying a rifle at all times. i had exactly five minutes to eat lunch, which is probably why today of all days the guy serving showed mercy and gave me all three main meals...

i was exhausted all afternoon, and i had way too many forms to fill out. i made a daring rescue of my medical file from the base clinic, gleaned some interesting advice from a number of people in my unit, and eventually made it onto the shuttle back to tel aviv.

i got home, offloaded my weapon and had a quick shower, then crashed. nystire woke me up four hours later, and i was so wasted that it took me half an hour just to get out of bed.

exhausted, feeling quite ill, i made my way to the bar to drink cola with my buddies from the first phase of the course we just completed. it was fun, but not amazing, and a couple of the guys decided to join me on my way to the meimad. this was midnight.

1) it took more than three quarters of an hour to assemble outside
2) it took an hour to complete the fifteen minute walk to the port
3) instead of getting something decent (and quick) to eat on the way, it was decided almost unanimously (my vote as a tel aviv resident didn't sway the court) to eat at agadir... on the wrong (arshole) side of the port.
4) after the twenty minute walk to agadir, it was decided that somewhere else would be better
5) just over an hour later the guys finished eating (pizza, so i sat on the side and watched)
6) another fantastic decision: going home

so instead of eating in a decent place, and enjoying a night out, the evening was spent bitching and moaning about the walk and the lack of food. when i think "hey, i'll go to the rock party", i get up and i make my way there. i just can't identify with these kids.

who is this gorgeous creature?

street fighter never looked so good