At work in erc, more interest calculus, the inflation has gone crazy, at least officially. One month it would be 33%, next month 89%, then 45%. The code would take the interest rate as it would any other change - a reason to calculate under previous conditions until that day. That wasn't the problem, it was the bloody Cobol where the masks for printing amounts were fixed, you had to recompile and relink if you wanted to accommodate more digits.
More meetings at Students' and/or SSOJ. Once I remember sitting at the former, waiting for a few more people to come, and chatting with the kids. I wasn't a youth even theoretically anymore, or was at the older limit if you stretch the definition, but there I was, working on youth's project, so obliged to attend. Among these activists there was a really cute girl, with the kind of shoes I wore fourteen years ago (and would again, if I'd find a place where to buy them), the low heel, ankle deep antelope skin. Cute all over, of course a blonde, and probably from Čurda, looked the type.
Until she started talking with whoever was next to her. Not that there was anything wrong with her voice, it was the content that was. It was all about various guys cars, the more expensive the better. Many years later I understood I saw my first sponzoruša, a candidate waiting for the right guy with the right car. I lost interest on the spot.
We from the office went to visit our pal from NuProm, who was more ours than theirs, hang around erc more than in his home oour, was in the hospital. He drove his lada under alcohol again, and veered into the rain ditch in the main street in his village, and hit one of the little bridges that each house has. I don't know whether the car survived with just body work, or he had to get finally rid of it, but he didn't get just leg in a cast like last time, this time it was a screw in the hip as well. Think there were four of us, Radoja, the fat guy, Jana and I, as could fit into Radoja's lada (they were popular then). When we got past the initial greetings, I told him I heard that his village is voting in a samodoprinos to gather funds to upholster all those bridges. Nope, he said, not all of them, just that one, it's the same one I hit last year. If you think this is something, see that guy there in the corner? Someone hit him last year and broke his leg. Now it's the other leg, hit by the same guy. Well, there must be much brotherly love between them...
7-VI-2024 - 20-XI-2025