we're in week three of our new apartment, and i'm starting this post in hour three of trying to sleep but tossing and turning in pain and discomfort. my two-week-plus old mattress is causing me suffering, and my lack of sleep is interfering with everything.
and we don't have a couch i can escape to.
...
grocery shopping, electricity shutoff anxiety (fortunately for gd, they started late and finished early)
misrad hapnim, a 10 minute wait (and failed attempts to use their "self-service" machine) for a one minute print job
phone calls there and back: clinic, municipality
client office experience: 100% of the time in a telephone booth, receiving praise from team lead for handling the previous day's deployment like a professional (i thanked her, awkwardly)
miraculously perfect timing for supporting my team between phone calls, because most of the day-long rollout meeting wasn't interesting to me:
receiving a receipt showing that the municipality owes me (so hopefully we'll get our deposit back soon), the representative recommending a pre-approved "forgery" in order to honor a reasonable request from our new landlord, my new mattress is ready for testing but i have to physically get there during their uncomfortable opening hours, the grocery store confirming that they charge differently to what's posted on the website (i'd used a voucher, it got weird)
discussing the past two weeks' organizational weirdness with my religious mentor, and his stunned silence followed by a heart-felt WTF 😂 half an hour writing an email to update my ("my" my) team after scheduling a one-on-one with my client
a bus to my office, pleasantries and small talk, followed by a class on docker that i didn't need to be in
forgery: doc editing and printing issues
on the way home, receiving a rejection response from the local comic publishing house. zero constructive feedback.
arriving home, completing the forgery (same pen and everything), submitting the request
celebrating a letter from yad l'olim with a double-shot of rum and reading its translation to my mother
a delicious dinner, overeating (probably compensating for nothing but healthy snacking all day)
more of the colour of magic at bedtime
trying not to wake myself up before crashing (but it was all for nought regardless)
...
the world is shifting. it's not subtle (even if you're trying to look beyond the hype), and it's fast.
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