Pithy Restroom Proverbs

So the computer was only comatoast. Instead, my car's transmission broke. Had the car towed and went to a (delayed) meeting with the Deputy Director of Soroka Medical Center. Everything went well and a formal contract will be drawn up. Apparently, word of my return has spread like wildfire.  And much to my chagrin, it is seen as a "victory" over Tel Aviv Medical Center which has drawn quite a few talented doctors from Soroka. To be brutally honest, the brain drain was the result of failed policy decisions made not at the level of the hospital, but at the level of the central management of the HMO. My return  resulted from a policy change when the main office realized that doctors need to be paid an appropriate salary. Had they not approached me, I would have never entertained leaving TAMC. After the meeting, I looked up old colleagues. Strolling the hospital grounds, I ran into many familiar faces. All seemed genuinely glad to hear that I will return.


Since I was on the loose in Be'er Sheva, I called up Treppenwitz and asked him if he was hungry. Over lunch he related a very moving story. Good conversation and the bestest shawarma in the South, a combo that can't be beat.

Later, I picked up the kids, then went to pick up Mrs. Sandman from work and we had a family evening. We went to a "concept" restaurant called "The Library". As expected, the walls were lined with bookshelves bulging with books. The food was mediocre. But it was a raging  success (especially with the youngest sandmite) due to the restroom which was equipped with automatic taps for hand washing an an automatic hand dryer. Unsurprisingly, said sandmite dragged me the the restroom no less than 5! times to use the toilet and wash his hands. Above the row of sinks was one of those huge LED signs that had running proverbs and jokes.  The proverb which really caught my eye was:

"When one argues with an idiot, assume that one's adversary is probably doing the same." 

An ode to Sand.

Can you say sandstorm? One might assume with a moniker like mine, I'd like sand. If so, one might assume wrong.


Sand is everywhere. In my eyes, in my ears, and in my mouth.
Sand is on my car, on my wife and in my house.
Sand in the air, sand on a chair,
In my socks and in my hair.
When the rains finally fall, all will turn to crud,
And then,
We will be buried in mud.

Air Pollution

So I'll be working here at TASMC 'til the end of the month.  A few more weeks to enjoy Tel Aviv air pollution.
Home computer  is DOA and SD (Dead on arrival and stayed dead).

Computer Dead

*Sigh*