Posted by: Catherine | June 27, 2009

“IDF livestock ops room, how may I direct your call?”

I really have no excuse for neglecting my lj like this, except for the fact that everything funny, interesting or at all entertaining that’s been happening to me is classified. Ever since I enlisted, I’ve found it hard to talk to anyone out of the army because my focus has narrowed so much that it’s difficult to talk about anything not military – something I need to make more of an effort to fix.

My job is interesting – stressful and irritating, yes, but at least I feel like I’m doing something, most of the time.

Even if a significant part of my work today had to do with a dead cow.

Don’t ask.


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  1. Can I match that with a horse in a military base? Or two chickens?

    And I know what you mean, you live inside a bubble and half the jokes don’t mean anything to those outside.

  2. I’ll raise you a coyote and a herd of cows (which were wandering around by our dorms last night, actually).

    I’m used to all my in-jokes being obscure, but now they’re classified. :(

  3. Wow. Yeah, abit more nutty. Can I raise that with the fact I inserted said horse and chickens? While in a course?

    And classified jokes are awesome. But it gets problematic when you’re watching a movie, laughing hard at some line and can’t explain why.
    Means we need to get a life. One that exists outside the uniform.

  4. … Okay, dammit, you win. ^__^

    Life? On 10/4? Riiiiiight. I’ll get one just as soon as you tell me how. (And on a side note – you seen the new Star Trek movie yet? I haven’t.)


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