So the other day, I was sitting on the porch, eating some cheese, drinking some Festina Pêche. For some reason I always get the words for "fish", "peach", and "sin" mixed up in French. The latter two are comprehensible, but the first is a bit odd. Must be some Romantic confusion going on.
And I've made some bad decisions. I think we'd all be a bit better off if I worked to reverse some of them and not continue on my way towards destruction. I can't guarantee I'll fix them all and I won't promise to be perfect, but I'll make a start and work on the big ones.
Guess who's getting season one of THE TICK in the mail from Netflix today? Guess who's watching it all in one sitting (well, he may pause to make blueberry margaritas)? Guess who may do a second run through even if it takes all night?
Quarterly reporting starts tomorrow. Woo. Meeting to discuss division of labor tomorrow first thing.
So one of my coworkers needed access to a certain system and the process with the sending of forms etc was not quite working right, so the team had the idea of going directly to the desk of the guy in charge of that.
I wore a suit today because I have lunch with $CHIEF_SUCH_AND_SUCH_OFFICER and because I sometimes like to feel pretty. Honestly, it's no more or less comfortable than what I always wear to work, the only difference is that now I have a tie to worry about getting into soup.
Incidentally, I tied it in a Pratt knot. I feel degenerate.
I did poorly on my chess tactics quiz last night. I took another and did worse. So I took a step back and ran through a large amount of easier problems and did decent. I think I should take a day off today. But it's a travel day. Frig, what am I supposed to do in the car if not play chess? Actually, I'm tired of tactical puzzles, perhaps I should have grabbed Ray Cheng's problem book instead.
So I told this girl I was going to be a full-time rickroller and therefore would probably be too busy to ever see her again took it well. She tried to engineer chillin' and drinkin' or something anyway, but I was able to dodge it.
I feel like I'm a character in some Russian novel, one of those young educated roustabouts of decent birth in some irrelevant position as a functionary in the civil service which really has no bearing on who I am and how I think of myself or even my prospects; everything else is just dissipated in drink and cards or chess. Not quite, really, just the feeling of being a stupid functionary in the civil service and its being irrelevant to pretty much everything.
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