Zero Motivation Page #8

Did something happen in your office?

It's really private.

I'm talking about the server rack.

The what? The master server system.

Did anyone touch it?

Because I'm missing some information.

It's Zachi from computing.

Can you please open up?

I need your statement about the incident.

What exactly happened there?

We had a...

an argument.

I meant to delete all the games

from the computers but accidentally

I clicked on the...

She's lying.

I deleted a bunch of

things to piss her off.

Wait, so it wasn't you?

No, no, it was actually me.

She tried to stop me but she was too late.

Aren't you the one that shredded

the entire personnel records once?

Yes, but there's no connection

between the incidents.

Really. Back then I was following

my ideology and now...

It was a mistake.

Do you know that what you

did is unrecoverable?

All our work went down the drain.

Three months worth of work

that doesn't have any written backup because,

thanks to you, there is no paper trail!

Zachi, calm down.

I will not calm down.

You shouldn't have done that. Now

they're gonna' go after you.

I doubt it.

It's not ok. I'll tell them I'm to blame.

Don't worry about it.

You're an officer now.

You need to hold yourself

to higher standards.

So, how was officer training?

A nightmare. How was prison?

Not bad. It was actually alright.

Anything is better than the kibbutz.

Come in, please.

Not every orchestra is the

right fit for a trumpeteer.

There is a trumpeteer that's good for the philharmonic

orchestra, another one is good for the local orchestra.

The challenge is to find the right fit.

Along this corner. You see?

All across the corner.

Well, what did you get?

He said I'm not suitable for an operational position so

he's demoting me to a position with less responsibility.

Really? Where?

In the City.

I'm moving to the City.

It soon became clear that that the only

thing Dafi didn't delete from the computers

were the games we were playing.

I've decided to stop looking for guys.

I quit playing "Mine Sweeper..."

and now I've devoted my life to...

"Solitaire".

She's been like that all day.

They left me to rest in the

infirmary and time flew by quickly.

Discharged.

No more mail Sergeants.

Everything by email.

"I sent you a letter over a week ago."

"I asked to move to another office because this one smells like

whitewash, the window is facing East and I'm allergic to the sun."

"So, is my request being considered?

That's good. Add, "Thanks

for considering it".

Sh*t!

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