The internet through rose-tinted screen
Mar. 11th, 2002 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quislibetLast night, to combat stress, we watched "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," the original movie, dubbed into Spanish on Telemundo, for there are only so many times one can watch "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade" in one decade.
J. was offered the job in Cambridge, at long last, and she decided to take it -- a foregone conclusion, but still not uncomplicated. This morning she was to tell her current boss she was quitting, and we were worried about how that would go. Said boss might take it personally somehow, to judge from past behavior. And J.'s boss's boss likes to tell stories about how people who have worked there work there forever, with an exemplary tale of one man who came into work on the day he died of old age in his 90s.
So, stress.
Turns out it went well enough though, at least on the surface, according to an e-mail she sent me. Hooray.
So starting in April (just after we get back from Paris) we're both going to be living a Greater-Boston-centered life again, though still residing in the Witch City. Hooray! Maybe that means we'll see people more often.
Saturday and Sunday I got some writing done on my Prospectus. Not much, but a veritable explosion of prose in comparison to how much I have written of it since that time from which it has been my duty so to write. Or, put another way, this weekend: a whopping 2000 words. The previous three years: None.
So you see.
And not a bad accomplishment given the fact that my color-changing monitor is doomed to die at any moment.
When the monitor wasn't cooperating, I read German.
In other news, J. and I had lunch with The Quivering Messiah on Friday, she and I watched "Quills" that night, and in the past few days I have managed to inflict both kitchen-knife- and slamming-window-related damage on the middle and index fingers of my left hand.
Incidentally, we didn't watch the end of "Buffy" on Telemundo because the channel suddenly went out. I mention this only because there were technical difficulties involved in watching both "Angel" and "Buffy" (the series) last week -- all three on different channels. Coincidence? one might ask. Oh, yes. Believe that if it makes you comfortable.
J. was offered the job in Cambridge, at long last, and she decided to take it -- a foregone conclusion, but still not uncomplicated. This morning she was to tell her current boss she was quitting, and we were worried about how that would go. Said boss might take it personally somehow, to judge from past behavior. And J.'s boss's boss likes to tell stories about how people who have worked there work there forever, with an exemplary tale of one man who came into work on the day he died of old age in his 90s.
So, stress.
Turns out it went well enough though, at least on the surface, according to an e-mail she sent me. Hooray.
So starting in April (just after we get back from Paris) we're both going to be living a Greater-Boston-centered life again, though still residing in the Witch City. Hooray! Maybe that means we'll see people more often.
Saturday and Sunday I got some writing done on my Prospectus. Not much, but a veritable explosion of prose in comparison to how much I have written of it since that time from which it has been my duty so to write. Or, put another way, this weekend: a whopping 2000 words. The previous three years: None.
So you see.
And not a bad accomplishment given the fact that my color-changing monitor is doomed to die at any moment.
When the monitor wasn't cooperating, I read German.
In other news, J. and I had lunch with The Quivering Messiah on Friday, she and I watched "Quills" that night, and in the past few days I have managed to inflict both kitchen-knife- and slamming-window-related damage on the middle and index fingers of my left hand.
Incidentally, we didn't watch the end of "Buffy" on Telemundo because the channel suddenly went out. I mention this only because there were technical difficulties involved in watching both "Angel" and "Buffy" (the series) last week -- all three on different channels. Coincidence? one might ask. Oh, yes. Believe that if it makes you comfortable.
