Spacing out can be dangerous

Not much happened this week except for the ridiculous story that I am about to tell. It seems almost definite that I will be staying in the office I am currently in and will be trained to be an english teacher. I will be teaching officers, which should be fun, and thank the lord, there will be another teacher joining me. Why am I so excited for her to come? Well this week I truly learned what it meant to be the only woman in an office full of men. I was aware of this fact before, as the most common topic of discussion in our office is poop (which I unfortunatly cannot tune out as it is always accompanied with sound effects) but this week we reached a whole new level. The underwear level.

It started on Monday. I was sitting in my usual chair which faces the whole office and gives me a view of each of the three desks. There is one corner of the room that I cant see from there which is the space behind my commanders desk. There were a few people in the office talking, and I was reading my book as usual. My commander, Roi, apparently forgot I was in the room and began to change into his jumpsuit. As he was standing in that conveniently invisible corner, I was unaware of his state of undress until he walked out from behind his desk and yelled "Kfirah! I forgot you were here!" At which point I looked up and got a full frontal view of his red underwear. He is a briefs man, I learned, before running out of the office laughing. 

Now this was funny, it was an obvious accident (though I dont know why none of the other guys in the office didnt mention that I was there), and everytime Roi retold the story his facial expressions got better.

On Tuesday, I was wandering through the building looking for Boris, and stuck my head into one of the offices, to once again find myself facing an underwear clad man. As this was one of the older and religious men in the office, I quickly retreated muttering to myself about closing doors and didnt say anything.

Until Wednesday, when Almog, my other commander, proceeded to change in the room without warning me going so far as to shake his butt in my direction as he walked by. Luckily, Im a space cadet, and missed most of the show. But when they saw me covering my eyes (once I had noticed) and heard my short rant about too many naked men in the office, they seemed to remember that I am religious and that all the exhibition might make me uncomfortable. I did not discourage their thinking.

Almog apparently still thinks it is funny, for on Thursday he once again failed to give me warning when he began to change, but having become more attuned to the state of dress in the office, I noticed before the pants came off and turned away. 

It seems that my next nine months here will be fraught with more peril that I had imagined. 

Speaking of peril, I have another funny story. I dont know whether they are still broadcasting all those commercials about the dangers of texting and driving, but you should believe them all!! Texting is super dangerous. Had I been driving home tonight I would have died. As I dont have a car, I was simply texting while walking home, which proves to be similarly dangerous. As I learned when I walked into a tree.

So lessons of the week:

1) Pay attention to the presence of pants

2) Dont text while in forward motion