Well, yesterday’s work frustration resulted in a resolution that is a compromise at best, but a compromise that everyone can live with, which is the best kind of compromise of all.
Of course, I missed a meeting this morning about it– why do people always schedule meetings for when I’m out of the office? I left at 1 yesterday to participate in a history careers panel at UCSC. Which was… interesting, to say the least. Two extroverts on the panel and another one moderating– it was a recipe for waaay too much chatter.
I stopped to get gas this morning, only to discover that I had left my ATM/debit card somewhere. Tracing back, I think it was at the sushi restaurant on Tuesday night. I hope so. After filling up, I drove back over to the bank and cancelled the old card and ordered a new one. If I find the card tonight, I can call and come in, show my ID, and have it re-activated. That would be way more convenient than waiting 2 weeks, but eh. I can live.
Anyway, I got in a little late this morning to find the tech writers all in a room holding a meeting without me [the tech writers never hold meetings-- we're forbidden to do so formally]. And then they made all sorts of jokes (as one does to the person last in to the meeting) about how they’d assigned me to do everything. I pointed out that my sense of humor was nonexistent this morning, and they more or less dropped it, thank goodness.
The word of the day on my Forgotten English calendar is “chunter,” which means to growl, to grumble. As in: “Yesterday, I chuntered around over these stupid fucking part numbers all day long.”
John is deciding which language he wants to learn. My proposal is that we should both learn a language, even if we never do end up travelling. He is considering Japanese. Now, I have something of a mental block about Japanese because of Sean (uh….. a boyfriend when I was 15 who was very into Japanese culture who dumped me for a Japanese girl after he’d gone to Japan with her family for a month). Yes, this has made me rather anti-Japanese culture (though not people– Sean wasn’t Japanese, he was just a dick), for the last 13 years.
Well, no more. I’ve decided to “get over it” and, if John wants to learn Japanese, then I will wholeheartedly embrace it. There are a lot of good things to come out of Japan– like Aikido and sushi and even anime (even though I don’t watch much of it). And though my primary criteria for learning another language is “What would be fun to learn?”, John’s criteria is much more “what would be useful in business?” because John is a workaholic who can’t ever stop working ever.
If would be so kind as to tell me exactly what “oyachumi” means, then I’ll laready have one word added to my Japanese vocabulary. After all, I already know “kappa maki” and “arigato.”
