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Muzukashii desu ne...
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:09 amI'm about half an hour away from completing my first day in my new position. Thus far... not impressed. Maybe it's because there wasn't much going on tonight, but it seems like this "promotion" is going to be a snore-fest. More than likely, what with some new business coming in, it's gonna pick up like gangbusters and I'll be talking to more CIO's and VP's than I can shake a stick at. Time will tell.
Maybe I'm still running on all cylinders from this past week. For those not in the know, the one-month-old daughter of a very good friend of ours caught group B strep and died of meningitis last week. Ne and I were there for several days, coming home after the funeral. Truth to tell, I'm still somewhat shocked by it all. An infant dying of late onset group B strep seems like something that just shouldn't happen in this day.
In other news as I lead the entry away from tragedy, the Mazda finally gave out. Several somethings in the transmission must have decided to let go, because whenever the car wasn't off or in neutral, it sounded like a horrible metal game of yahtzee. With more dice. Alas, the transmission for the 13-year-old car would've cost more than the actual car itself so we decided to junk it...
and you'd think that would be easy, but no. Apparently some salvage yards only take more widely known domestic names. This is, I shit you not, the conversation I had with one of them:
Me: "Yeah, I have a Mazda Protoge I'd like to have junked."
SalvageDude: "Sorry, we don't do furrin cars."
Me: "...It's made by GM."
SalvageDude: "Yeah, but it ain't a name like 'Ford' or 'Chevy.' It still sounds furrin."
Me: "Oooookay."
The week finally culminated in us picking up Little Dude from the grandparents. He's (allegedly) been identifying his ABC's for Oma. Not that he can't identify some letters, but he's 2 and a half, not Longfellow. ;-)
Maybe I'm still running on all cylinders from this past week. For those not in the know, the one-month-old daughter of a very good friend of ours caught group B strep and died of meningitis last week. Ne and I were there for several days, coming home after the funeral. Truth to tell, I'm still somewhat shocked by it all. An infant dying of late onset group B strep seems like something that just shouldn't happen in this day.
In other news as I lead the entry away from tragedy, the Mazda finally gave out. Several somethings in the transmission must have decided to let go, because whenever the car wasn't off or in neutral, it sounded like a horrible metal game of yahtzee. With more dice. Alas, the transmission for the 13-year-old car would've cost more than the actual car itself so we decided to junk it...
and you'd think that would be easy, but no. Apparently some salvage yards only take more widely known domestic names. This is, I shit you not, the conversation I had with one of them:
Me: "Yeah, I have a Mazda Protoge I'd like to have junked."
SalvageDude: "Sorry, we don't do furrin cars."
Me: "...It's made by GM."
SalvageDude: "Yeah, but it ain't a name like 'Ford' or 'Chevy.' It still sounds furrin."
Me: "Oooookay."
The week finally culminated in us picking up Little Dude from the grandparents. He's (allegedly) been identifying his ABC's for Oma. Not that he can't identify some letters, but he's 2 and a half, not Longfellow. ;-)
