the day began well, with me totally wanting to rock the funky beats all dressed up for the office. [breaks to rock those funky beats]
i step into the street, and it's minus five, but i'm dressed warmly enough that the world feels just right, its soft, crisp air rolls into my nostrils and forms small clouds as i return it. i turn the corner and the bright morning sun's rays wash over me, i am squinting against its brilliance while with a bounce in my step i walk into the light experiencing that same sensation that accompanies one's arrival at a wide, empty beach early on a warm summer's morning.
* can't be bothered to check
moonlighter came into the office, and amongst other things we talked about my communication skills. apparently, i've unwittingly managed to make the developers feel under pressure; the fact that the cto sold the bear skin and everyone's out hunting bears is beside the point... i've asked that they tell me if anything makes them uncomfortable and i've decided to ease back on my assertiveness. i need to win friends and influence people until i get settled, and perhaps i should wait until i'm actually employed before i get all authoritative.
there were shopping failures, but i can't recall what they were about. and pg and i had been missing each other due to time-zone difficulties for a few days, which was quite frustrating.
it was an early night for me.
i took the morning easy, and spent half an hour with pg on skype making up for the aforementioned lack of communication. just before we said goodbye she blasted alter bridge - metalingus down the line and i smiled at the thought that that was the song that convinced me to buy their albums in the first place.
that began the setting of the tone for the morning, which was furthered by huey lewis - the power of love and the wallflowers.
my earlier grievances with terrence mckenna - food of the gods aside, the man's insights are truly astounding and the evidence he presents seems to be well-researched and is rather convincing. i admit to some bias in the matter, but that doesn't invalidate my support.
the tone that had been set was crushed fairly soon upon my arrival in the office; it seems that the cto and i do not always see eye to eye (not the end of the world), and our awkward conversation was followed by a day in which the site i'd constructed in php repeatedly resisted my attempts to modify one of its base processes in the nastiest of ways. i didn't want to leave without finishing it (not that anybody else would have cared, really), and so i ended up walking out a lot later than i'd hoped.
okay, then.
she advised chocolates, dark chocolate from the chocolatier that could be served after dinner.
isn't it something? that's the second time i've looked for dairy-free dark chocolate (the first time was in toronto); do vegans here simply not count as a potential market?
on the one hand, nice to have a warning. on the other...
i took the train going in the wrong direction, and had to switch at the next stop. but i was still tipsy, so i didn't care. in fact, i wrote a poem. or the beginnings of one that later became life in the love lane.
i woke up late, and spent the morning watching hobbit week on the colbert show.
i've figured out how comedy central online works in canada. they don't have access to regular short clips that everyone else does, but to full shows with full advertisements that cannot be fast-forwarded.
the internets are broken. i'm watching the same irrelevant ad three times for each of the hobbit interviews that i'm waiting for :(
on the other hand, the streets are well-lit at night and i don't have to worry about stepping in crap on my way home.
it's like all of my complaints have lost their edge over here. they make it really hard to complain: it's not like "this sucks!" or "that sucks!", rather "this isn't perfect! oh noes!"
i would have chatted with pg but i couldn't stop yawning, and i would've had a nap except that pg had asked me if i'd paid the rent. i haven't paid rent in so long that it completely slipped my mind! i stressed, and hunted down the closest atm to which i hurried through the drizzling skies. i almost forgot my pin code for my new card...
i did laundry, repeating others' laundry offences (they'd left their stuff in the dryer for at least an hour before i removed it, and an hour later when i took my things the pile was still there) and losing a single sock in the process. i'm almost certain it's inside the duvet cover and that i'll find it when i wash it again :P
i passed out for a couple of hours and then met with the caretaker's wife to pay the rent. i'll relax when i get my $3 change and it doesn't come with a warning for being a week late :$
it's way, way compressed and it's superbly done.
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