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Driving to Durango...
Aug. 10th, 2004 09:04 pmFor some reason the alarm did not go off as planned this morning (I didn't oversleep, as I was drifting in and out of consciousness around wakeup time), so I got up around 10 minutes before someone had to leave to pick up our box order in Durango. I made two quick cups of coffee, left one next to the sleeping Galina, and took off.
When I got to the appointed rendezvous in Durango, I got a call from the supplier telling me the truck was running late, so I decided to run my errands and get back in time to meet the truck. Everything went swimmingly. As I was buttoning up the van to go home, Drew called to say the cash register in the store appeared to have given up the ghost.
So, instead of going home, I retraced the road to Office Depot, grabbed one of the cards that say "Take me to the checkout" that was on display next to the mid-range cash register and, well, went to the checkout. It turned out, however, there were no cash registers in stock. (Why, then, lead me on with the cards?)
The experience put me in a foul mood, and I was prepared to drive further on, to Farmington, New Mexico to the Sam's Club there and buy a register, except I had to get backto Pagosa fairly soon to send off a translation. I called the client and got a three-hour extension, which would have taken care of the deadline, but then it turned out in the interim that Drew had resurrected the old cash register, so that problem went away for a little bit, and I drove on home.
I called Feht to clarify a couple of points in the text that didn't make sense, and in the course of the conversation, I was struck by what the text should have said (had the OCR operator done his or her job correctly). In the end, I used about 30 minutes of the extension, but there was no end-of-the-world rush on the end client's side, so in the end, it was no biggie.
The second article is a bear. I only got about 1800 words of it down in the second half of the day. That leaves another 1800 words or so for tomorrow, but that includes three tables and a bibliography. It's also about jet lag in athletes.
There are a ton of things to get accomplished by the time I leave for Houston. I am going to try to get them done while thinking of Zig Ziglar's tale of "going to Acapulco tomorrow." It can, I think, only help me light a fire.
Cheers...
When I got to the appointed rendezvous in Durango, I got a call from the supplier telling me the truck was running late, so I decided to run my errands and get back in time to meet the truck. Everything went swimmingly. As I was buttoning up the van to go home, Drew called to say the cash register in the store appeared to have given up the ghost.
So, instead of going home, I retraced the road to Office Depot, grabbed one of the cards that say "Take me to the checkout" that was on display next to the mid-range cash register and, well, went to the checkout. It turned out, however, there were no cash registers in stock. (Why, then, lead me on with the cards?)
The experience put me in a foul mood, and I was prepared to drive further on, to Farmington, New Mexico to the Sam's Club there and buy a register, except I had to get backto Pagosa fairly soon to send off a translation. I called the client and got a three-hour extension, which would have taken care of the deadline, but then it turned out in the interim that Drew had resurrected the old cash register, so that problem went away for a little bit, and I drove on home.
I called Feht to clarify a couple of points in the text that didn't make sense, and in the course of the conversation, I was struck by what the text should have said (had the OCR operator done his or her job correctly). In the end, I used about 30 minutes of the extension, but there was no end-of-the-world rush on the end client's side, so in the end, it was no biggie.
The second article is a bear. I only got about 1800 words of it down in the second half of the day. That leaves another 1800 words or so for tomorrow, but that includes three tables and a bibliography. It's also about jet lag in athletes.
There are a ton of things to get accomplished by the time I leave for Houston. I am going to try to get them done while thinking of Zig Ziglar's tale of "going to Acapulco tomorrow." It can, I think, only help me light a fire.
Cheers...
