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August 04, 2003 : monday firsts
This morning we woke up very early (Eva's commute, in layman's terms, sucks) and I walked Eva to the station. I didn't walk her to the platform, as I didn't feel dressed for the occasion. (I was wearing sport-shorts and a tank top and she was dressed to the nines as a nurse...her words) We parted ways and I headed into my day which I had already pretty much planned and scheduled. First thing up was a jog. Yes, a jog. I'm not going to promise anything, but at least I did it today and will find out about the consequences tomorrow. (pain? stiffness?) I loaded up my mp3 player and jogged one mile and walked one mile. I'm not really sure if it was a four-time-around-for-a-mile track or not, but at least that's what I'm going for. Aren't tracks pretty regular? (metric or not!) I felt great after the whole event. All sweated out, with burning legs and a nice haert-beat, I headed back home to sweat it out in the ungodly heat that is pouring out on Flanders these days. (30ish) It's actually been a beautiful summer, we certainly can't complain! In fact, I would say it's drought-like for Belgium (no rain in days) but when I think about my summers of yesteryear, well it's pretty damn nice. I had scheduled today to work on a mockup as a test-design for someone I wanted to work for. I received the assignment last Thursday and couldn't for the life of me fit it into our last-free-weekend schedule. As I said, I had set aside the whole day to work on it if need be. Well, after I informed the guy of my schedule, he wrote me back a pretty vicious email and told me any work with him was off. Not thinking this was overly fair, I wrote him back a pretty blunt email explaining my reasoning and the miscommunication of the urgency/expectations. After 3 rounds of emails and a lengthy listing of the faults/strengths I found in their current mock up, I think we left on the best terms possible. No work for now, impressed with my "don't give up attitude" and maybe in the future, if he has something pressing, he'll give me another chance. (deadline explained) This is not, of course the best thing to get on a Monday morning. This was one of the two "leads" I have for jobs at the moment. The other lead, an experiment of sorts, is also quite promising, but at the moment it's a wait-and-see-what-pans-out sort of thing. September is the test-month, as if this month and the month prior and the month before that haven't been trying enough! In light of my schedule being scrapped, I moved on into project number 2, wedding invites and wedding site for my dearest Jessica and Eric. Since Eva and I are dirt-poor at the moment and they are two of our favorite people, well it's the least I can do and I hope it makes up for the fact that they won't be getting a new toaster-oven from us! We can only hope that Eva and I fall into money somewhere between now and their wedding date. If not, well I don't know if we'll be able to go. This falls into one of those "living really far away sucks" category. You win some and you lose some. So my day, though it didn't go as planned, was pretty eventful. I gave myself enough time to clean up the house before Eva got home and prepared for the worst first-day case scenerio. I didn't know I'd have to prepare as much as I should have. She came home, undressed down to bare necessities (it's that hot), plunked down on the couch, and began a long disortation about money, jobs, and stresses. As I'm apparently not in the position to really shoulder any of the three, I can only sit and listen and make promises as to how we'll "survive" on Aldi rice, rode bonen (beans), and turkish store veggies and fruit. She wasn't really "in" to my survival tactics, but I know her well enough to know that my attempts to calm her down do help calm her down eventually. (sometimes it takes a bit longer) Damn those Wyoming people! What luxury we would have lived in! What prospects we would have had for the coming years! But there's no use crying over age-old (I was 26 then) missed opportunities. Eva turned in to bed earlier than I did, something I want to change this time around, as the more diffferent our schedules become, the more cheated Eva feels about "quallity time" outside of the office. She listed to the radio while I shut down our string of computers and we vowed that tomorrow night we make some concrete headway into "project partnership." God, if that, for some reason, becomes a lot harder than what the people have led us to believe, well I dont' know what we'll do. By the way, I joined Friendster today. Apparently it's all the rage. IN THE NEWS:
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