15-XI-2019.

Caviar appeared on the shelf in Lidl. Though I have no income, and now neither does Nina, one has one can, so we bought a wee jar again, less than 100 grams, about 300 dinars if I remember well. Just like we did last year. This was the last time. Not that we're peeing thin, far be it from, it's that it never reappeared on the shelves. Sold badly twice, okay ciao, this is not the market to peddle this.

While we swept it clean last year, bit by bit, this one we consumed halfway and then forgot about it, it perished and we junked the rest of it. But at least I made myself supper of champions, bread (homemade), lard and caviar.

This evening, sitting with Marinko in Domaćin. We usually do this once a year, but this time he insisted on seconds, his turn to foot the bill.

I have dropped a hint recently that Jan is looking for a fox programmer, so he was obviously interested. (... 73 words...)

So I talked with Jan yesterday, first about an obscure bug in the datepicker ActiveX which he's using (shows chinese characters on chinese set windowses on one, gibberish of another instance of the same datepicker). We then switched to Firriver related stuff, and I mentioned my apprentice being interested. No problem, if he lives in Toronto or North Holland :). As because "who was bitten by a snake, blows at cold yogurt" (a portmanteau of "bitten by snake, fears lizard" and "burned by hot milk, blows at yogurt") after Hana's stunt. They (current management) are scared shitless that someone may pull such one again. I almost mentioned that that was exactly what I was doing last months, perhaps whole year, but kept mum. And for current kind of development they don't need top notch programmers, they can use any cheap hi-school kids which exist everywhere, so cubicle farm it is. Oh, well, so I got the apprentice off my back. Other than that, he's just envying Nina and me for not having to deal with incompetent management, enforced hierarchy without clear chain of command, commands seriously disconnected from reality etc etc. He's stuck with them, what with his huge mortgage (house smaller than ours, in a village far north, cost 300k€, plus interest).

Marinko took the news calmly, didn't expect much anyway.

The waitress was interesting, quick wit, replies from elbow, and inspires an even quicker response. Felt like bit of verbal karate from my teaching days. She was dressed in not too feminine outfit, comfortable shoes with low heels, loose trousers, ergonomy ahead of the looks, but she couldn't hide. I asked her how is it to be a waitress in the evening shift.

- Well it's feasible, not too bad, but sometimes I plainly see how a guest is undressing me with his eyes

- Eh, the clueless, one does that invisibly or not at all

- Anyway, the beauty is in the eye of the beholder

- Or in lap.

She liked that, got a good laugh out of her. Later Marinko commented „we almost could have got laid“.

He insisted on yet another beer, so he had six bright and I had four dark, all regular size (0,5l). I went to pee at least eight times, and, amazingly, didn't look for a suitable tree on the way home, even though I was pedaling against the wind most of the time. košava, but not cold yet.

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Mentions: Domaćin, Firriver Fertility (Firriver), fox, Hana Burberry, homemade, Jan Brenkelen, košava, Marinko Protić, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), yogurt, in serbian

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