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Back, from the face of the salt mine...
Oct. 5th, 2003 09:06 pmIf I never type the phrase "general meeting of Company participants," it'll be too soon!
I could probably try to tough it out and finish the remaining 1376 source words and get the document "over with" tonight, but I simply do not feel like it. Looking at the bright side, 7000 words (or thereabouts) is a nice accomplishment. (I am reminded of one of my earlier posts, on the importance of planning, but I digress...)
I need to review yesterday's work for delivery tomorrow morning, and then bang out the rest of this charter and a protocol, for delivery on Tuesday.
* * * On a lighter note, I managed to confound a wrong-number caller earlier today. The caller's fatal error was to start the conversation the way Drew usually does:
Me: Hello.
Caller: Hey!
I'm hearing people noises in the background. Earlier today, I'd spoken with Drew and he had expressed an interest in possibly going over to the bowling alley. I associated the people noise to the alley.
Me: So, what are you doing at the bowling alley?
Caller: Huh? Who is this?
By now, I notice this isn't Drew. After another exchange to acknowledge the fact that the caller dialed a wrong number, we both hung up, though I'll bet my interlocutor was way more confused than I was.
* * * Yesterday's walk just about did me in, but that was probably because I insisted in reciting Kipling's In the Neolithic Age as I walked. It was also late, and I started to get cold.
Today, I cut through a neighbor's pasture to South Pagosa Boulevard and then began to walk toward Highway 160. Interestingly enough, Doug H., one of the local hams and recent new resident of a house I can see from my kitchen window, saw me walking and hopped into his truck to see if he could give me a lift. I thanked him and said I was trying to get some exercise, which elicited a laugh and we said our farewells. Doug is good people.
I don't know if I'm going to do the review of yesterday's translation tonight (I'm not favoring this alternative) or tomorrow morning (what's left?). Actually, I think I do know.
Cheers...
I could probably try to tough it out and finish the remaining 1376 source words and get the document "over with" tonight, but I simply do not feel like it. Looking at the bright side, 7000 words (or thereabouts) is a nice accomplishment. (I am reminded of one of my earlier posts, on the importance of planning, but I digress...)
I need to review yesterday's work for delivery tomorrow morning, and then bang out the rest of this charter and a protocol, for delivery on Tuesday.
Me: Hello.
Caller: Hey!
I'm hearing people noises in the background. Earlier today, I'd spoken with Drew and he had expressed an interest in possibly going over to the bowling alley. I associated the people noise to the alley.
Me: So, what are you doing at the bowling alley?
Caller: Huh? Who is this?
By now, I notice this isn't Drew. After another exchange to acknowledge the fact that the caller dialed a wrong number, we both hung up, though I'll bet my interlocutor was way more confused than I was.
Today, I cut through a neighbor's pasture to South Pagosa Boulevard and then began to walk toward Highway 160. Interestingly enough, Doug H., one of the local hams and recent new resident of a house I can see from my kitchen window, saw me walking and hopped into his truck to see if he could give me a lift. I thanked him and said I was trying to get some exercise, which elicited a laugh and we said our farewells. Doug is good people.
I don't know if I'm going to do the review of yesterday's translation tonight (I'm not favoring this alternative) or tomorrow morning (what's left?). Actually, I think I do know.
Cheers...
