We live simply here. You appreciate the little things, like the fact that I was able to hook my ipod up to the computer speakers in my room and can enjoy some music without accidently ripping the earbuds out of my ears by turning my head the wrong way. Or a nice cup of tea. Sitting here sipping tea and reading my book. Ahhhhh.
The bad thing, besides the whole rocket attack thing, is the fact that I am totally reliant on the internet. Our printer is via the net, our phones are internet based and I answer 15 emails a day. All of the notes that the Medics write from the FOBs are sent to me to review. I sign them electronically and send them back. Computers hate me and I them. We tolerate each other. Barely. If there is anyone that technology is planning to bite in the butt, it's me. But here I am looking at excel and OWAs and VOIP phones... Oh, the humanity. Especially when it goes down. And it does. Then things come to an abrupt halt. Then the power goes out. And, well we just go with it. Open the doors. Then close the doors because of the flys. We have many fly swatters in our clinic and I am becoming a triple Ace. Many kills to my credit. The bloody Red Baron of Kan da har...
It was a beautiful night to walk home. The sun was setting behind our surveillance balloon. Big blimp outside the gate with sneaky cameras and stuff. Not a secret, everybody can see it. It's not like, "There's cameras in there? I thought it was a sale at crazy Ali- Mohammad's used car sales." Had the ipod in and just cruised home. Have to look for scorpions and listen for the rocket attack lady, but it was quite enjoyable anyway. You have to plan your route in case you have to hit the dirt in case of in-coming. When I walk past the Pooh pond I think about where to hit the dirt. Hmmmm. Pooh pond dirt or rocket? Hmmmm.
There are new signs there My new favorite is, "Brown trout, limit 6."
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