There's always next time

This goes to show you never know what might happen at the Olympics. I can’t think of a more worthy opponent to lose to though, Arakawa did a great performance. And she didn’t irritate the crap out of me like Lipinski… in addition to having more grace in her pinkie than Lipinski ever did in her whole body. All in all it was worth watching because all the girls were great despite their mistakes (and injuries in Sasha's case).

Spillage

I spilled soy sauce all over the left side of my pants and the bottom part of my dress shirt at work today. I logged off the computer and was getting ready to toss the packet of soy sauce and empty plate away after enjoying a delicious but overpriced meal from Ozumo. I was being careless but that happens occasionally. Gawd, I forgot how good sushi can be. Even the sashimi was good, and I almost never go for that. If I ever feel like splurging, I’d go there to eat again but since lunch was on the company (or perhaps only on Steve), I didn’t mind taking a short break to go pick up the food with Keith.

We got to talking about how lazy everyone at work was since my boss suggested we take the cab. It wasn’t that far of a walk though, I should explore more of that part of the city. It was nice to just get out of the building and feel the sun on my skin for a bit. Today was a perfect day to be a tourist, it was that good. One good thing to come out of today besides the free food is hearing that I’m too intelligent to only be filing. I was flattered to hear that, especially since I respect K. Reassurances were good to hear as well, so now I know that eventually they’ll give me more to do as time goes by. I wonder when that’ll be.

I plodded on towards class with a smile on my face until it was time to look at a prospective room to rent afterwards. Why are people such slobs? It was gross. Actually it could have been worse, but it could have been better. A studio is looking really good right now; too bad they’re so expensive.

I got some emails from folk I haven’t heard in a while and I love them for it. Today was a strange combination of good and bad, but I’m willing to get some pain to experience the good. Too bad it can’t be like this every day. I’ll settle with the consolation that there are more days like this to come.

In the mean time, Team USA must get at least one medal for women’s ice skating. That’s a shoe in actually, never mind. Gold, please.  

Connie's V-Day gift

Every year, you can expect the same thing to come along. The silly little candies dressed up in red finery, ready to be given as a token of love and affection. Well, my adoring audience, Connie got something special as well. So this year she won't have to feel a little left out. After much heartbreak about the Michelle Kwan ordeal, she knew this week was going to be... complicated. Alas, this time there are no sweets for this sweet. She walked down the streets of the Castro district with a chill in her bones from the unwelcome wind, not from seeing nice looking young men holding just bought flowers for their significant others. Pity it was a bit dark to see the rainbow flags waving cheerfully in the wind. The reason why she was above ground in the heart of the city was, get this, because the automated subway system was interrupted and the train conductors were at a loss whether or not to continue their dull but much appreciated trip in and out of the city. (Which leads to the question why there is a need for conductors but since this is more technical question, we'll skip on ahead.) So here was Connie, clueless as anyone else on board. After 5 minutes of sitting in her seat without moving, she squirmed a bit, looking up and down the middle of the train, throwing a questioning glance anyone who'd look at her.

Quite silly really, she walked from one station to another, only to get on a train for a ride that lasted another stop, and then getting out to walk one further stop. At least it doesn't snow here. After an hour delay, she came home to appreciate the other times when the trains were on schedule. She has come to appreciate technology, but thinks MUNI should improve communications to both the riders and conductors. It's not always a good thing to hear that they (the conductors) don't know what the hell is going on either. Connie passed the delayed ride in her usual and graceful manner - with Converse shoes on. Some of you may ask, is that possible? Yes it is, if you were sitting right next to her, you'd have to agree as well. Anyway, she knew that if she acted like the lady she is, difficulties are nothing but a fragment of the past.

Though it all, Connie has come to think that it's cute how people celebrate Valentine's Day (she's had an hour to think about it after all). To her, it's just another day. More or less. She looks forward to overhearing her how her coworkers have celebrated this day with their fiancés and husbands/wives. Since headphones are restricted in such a professional environment, she'll have to listen to something. You know, kind of like how background music can help your chores pass by a little faster. Otherwise, what are coworkers for? Except to help pass the time slower... but she hadn't really thought of it that way. Oh, the possibilities.