putting out fiyah

I spent a good few moments in the morning on the McCartney website trying to convince the Israelis posting about next week's concert not to voice their fears about that Bakri guy up in Lebanon trying to scare the wits out of his fans.

I wrote furiously to one -

"What if Paul's management reads these posts telling him to cancel the concert next week? If he gives in to these terrorists, it's a sign of weakness. It's great that so far, he's sticking to his word and isn't showing any fear about these threats. And, the security here is the best in the world, blah, blah, blah"

Thankfully,they listened and pulled those wimpy posts off the site.

And as for Bakri trying to fuck up my fun next week, all I have to say to him is

"Cus Ukhtak"

Once in a lifetime

Only 24 days to go until the Paul McCartney concert in Israel finally happens. I'm nervous. My boss tends not to answer emails about my vacation days promptly causing me endless aggravation until she finally does answer. She was supposed to be away during the concert, which would have entitled me to a "yes" answer. But she's changed her mind about her own plans, as I overheard her talking to the receptionist and office manager about it. She usually doesn't like it when I take off when she's around. What's a crazy like me to do? I kvetched to my co-workers.

"Wouldn't she understand that I have to be at Park Hayarkon really early in the morning, like 7:00 am - maybe even sleeping over the night before?"

Co-worker shrugs.

"I mean, doesn't she like music?"

Another shrug.

"I mean, how would she like it if Mozart were alive or came back from the dead for one concert only - a once-in-a-lifetime-chance. Would she miss it because of an important meeting or an email??? She'd do anything to see that, WOULDN'T SHE???" I said, raising my voice.

A laugh from the co-worker.

"Well, this is the exact same thing."