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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

what's shakin'?

i just woke up from internal vibrations that were so convincing that the first thing i did was check that we hadn't just experienced a minor earthquake. from the best source i could find, there's no known explanation.
i hope it doesn't happen again, but if it's going to be a thing then i hope i can at least learn to enjoy it :P

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dammit, i've been agitated for two days now. yesterday had an explanation, at least - the weather cleared up today, but not my mood. i've slept loads, woken up at a (relatively) reasonable time (around 7am) and even cleaned my apartment (finally!), so i don't know what could be wrong.

perhaps it's the good news, not-so-good news with my release status.

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to make urchin's day even worse yesterday, i noticed that the psychotic american posted something absolutely retarded and inflammatory on her facebook profile. i would've made a remark myself, only i remembered that he's no friend of mine, and i'm happier not to have his interest. it would've been nice to know that he'd grown up a little since i last had to deal with him.

on a similar note, my beard's just hit that itching-like-crazy stage. i - will - not - cave.

i spent some time refining my vampire character, and it's more or less ironed out. it was nice to get some positive feedback :)

just before crashing, i remembered that i'd run laundry - and somehow lost two socks. it took a while before i found them, and i was horribly confused as to how something like that could happen in my own home :P

i had enough time to clean my apartment and get myself a cup of coffee and a chocolate something-or-other: it always bothers me when the napkin is put inside the bag with the baked goods. it will be rendered useless immediately.
the chef's response to seeing me in uniform ("poor bastard!") got me smiling :)

listening to radiohead - ok computer on the way to base was... not entirely inappropriate music for holocaust memorial day.

the section meeting began on my arrival: our SC decided it was high time he introduce himself to everyone. i must admit i was quite happy with his presentation, as i've already become fairly comfortable with him in his new role. i was even more comfortable with the fact that he finished early, and gave me a chance to say a few words; words for which i got support all round, on the topic of improving work procedures and knowledge management.

i had a fiery argument with nystire over something that we weren't actually disagreeing over: it kills me that it's so difficult to communicate with him sometimes. i find it morbidly fascinating that he doesn't notice the pattern, and that these miscommunications need to be resolved constantly (and not just with me).

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more shitty news from the release front. my request was returned to us because the big boss didn't like the reason given. so we rewrote the request (there're a ton of reasons for me to leave early, so no head-scratching required), and after lunch i handed it over to his office. now to wait for the next one :S

lunch itself was alright, although captain incompetent (who's responsible for environmental awareness in our unit) proved his unethical laziness by taking three plastic cups of juice so that he wouldn't have to get up to refill them.
we were sitting no more than three feet away from the containers.

the quarter-master's store let me know that i'm clear of all debts as far as they're concerned, and gave me some understanding to boot (they'd asked me why i was so interested in leaving).

i had a pretty successful afternoon work-wise, with only three major irritations:
1. the new girl: "what are you complaining about? you're getting paid a salary to be here and do nothing"
2. one of our project managers: "if someone doesn't use the wiki the way he should, we may as well all stop using it"
3. captain incompetent: "why can't it do my thinking for me?" [actually, fair play - i'd trust a gameboy AI more than i'd trust his mental activity]

on the way home, we heard an interesting discussion on the radio - a guy and a few of his relatives have tattooed his grandfather's number from auschwitz, like this man. i find the idea quite touching.

after messing about online for a bit, i went to bed early and fell asleep reading the annotated alice. now i'm off to party / buy tickets for a big event coming up soon. i shouldn't have finished the marshmallows with peanut butter.

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