Getting Lost Sucks
I went to pickup my wife, Rachel at the airport this evening. Man, does that place suck. OK, it’s easy to get to. And yes, it’s easy to find the terminal where you are heading. But, the parking. Ugh.
They have about 1 million parking garages. They are all labeled the same, and all are within a 1 block / 2 block radius of each other. Now, I’m not known for my directional prowess, but this place is more confusing than a labyrinth.
P2a? P2? P2b? Now, when you have a tired passenger lugging bags around and just wanted to go home to bed, it’s not fun to break out into a cold sweat and say, “oh shit. I’ve lost the car.” Oops. Luckily, Rachel is very forgiving person, otherwise, I probably would still be at LAX, trying to find my own way home.
Anyway, much to my chagrin, they have the same level within each garage that I parked in — 2b. Making it near impossible to say, “OK, I know I’m in 2b - where is that?” It’s freaking everywhere.
I’m making the trek back out there this week to pick-up a friend who is coming in for a few days to hang out. Needless to say I will be either a) taking Rachel with me as she actually has a sense of direction and location or b) - wait. There is no option b. I’m just hoping Rachel comes with me…otherwise, I’ll have a repeat of the same dilemma I created for us tonight.
hmmm. Weekend’s over. Must get some rest - long week coming down the pipe.
Judging a Song by Its Cover
I was at the Virgin Megastore this evening in Hollywood with my lovely wife. She purchased some new records, and was gracious enough to pick me up a copy of The Long Halloween. Yes, I’m a geek…but I digress.
As we were getting back in to our car after our walk (it was a freaking long walk) I picked out one of the records she bought and put it in to listen to on our way home. I asked her about the band, and where she had heard of them before — to which she replied that she hadn’t.
I had to ask, “how did you know it would be a good record?” She told me that she didn’t, and simply picked it up because she liked the look of it, and thought it would suit her style of music.
Turns out, it did. I think she’s amazing — being able to tell that a band will suit her style of listening by looking at cover art. I can’t even tell you where I am when I get 3 blocks away from our apartment…
I guess marketing can make sales superfluous after all.
I Love Clicking
I love it when things just “click” in my head and I just “get” them. I’ve found that this is how I’ve learned / progressed the most. All of a sudden, after breathing / eating / living a single thing for long enough, all of the factors that I’ve been questioning just come together and get really clear.
There is plenty for me to learn, and much of it will come through talking to those that may have already lived through similar experiences, as well as trial-and-error. I’m good with that, because I feel like I can learn from, and recover quickly, when in error.
On the other hand, I also feel that even though I don’t have a bajillion years of experience, my instinct guides me a lot and it is awesome when these “clicks” do happen. It doesn’t happen frequently, and to be honest, I’m glad it doesn’t. But when it does, I initially find myself thinking, “this can’t be right–oh, wait — yes it is!” Coolness.
Ok, crazy rant done with.
Slow Internet Sucks
I am so used to having faster Internet access wherever I am - office, home, a friend’s house - it doesn’t seem to matter. BUT, when that access becomes slow (like, 28 baud slow), I’m forced to hate the Internet.
My mind seems trained to operate as fast as a broadband Internet connection. I want to do 5-10 things at once, have multiple tabs going in FireFox, yet can’t seem to get anything moving along quickly. I’ve checked and re-checked each Airport Express in the house, and the only thing that I can think of is our crappy Internet provider.
However, tomorrow, that will stop. I’m currently, albeit slowly, looking for another provider. Hopefully either cable to DSL and no more of this “T1 shared throughout the entire building” crap, by some company that has headquarters in Arizona. No, no. I want to be able to get a tech support person on the phone during Pacific time.
Blech. Broadband speeds have tainted me. On another note, I’m still loving Windows Live Writer.
I Love Monday Mornings
Most people can’t wait until the impending Friday afternoon when a week begins. I remember being that way all throughout High School, but when I started working full time, I gained a really odd love for Monday mornings.
When I worked right in downtown Toronto, I would always love stepping off the commuter train into the city, and walking outside and get that sense of business starting for the week, and being fresh and new for another five days to come.
Yes, I get tired by the end of the week like everyone else, and I do enjoy my two “vacation” days called Saturday and Sunday. However, writing my week-end reports on Sunday night always brings a smile knowing that I’ll be going in to work the next day and help build a company wherever and however I can.
Yes, I’m weird; and yes, I love my job.
