CB
January 16th 2003 -
CB
CB and Eggy have nicely taken the warm bed left by our French guests, and the extra guest – another French woman – is staying in the guitar room. It feels all nice and sociable, except that I’m currently going through some kind of weird learning-curve-frustration thing at work, and it’s made me rather irritable. I’ve been trying to just stay quiet so that this is not as obvious, but I really need a bit of tension-relieving exercise…
Table-tennis
…one vigorous table-tennis session later, I’m feeling a little less tense. But I still have this frantic “must know everything now, no time for learning” thing happening. I’ve taken myself from the backwaters of the project, an area where I knew what I was doing and was ahead of schedule, right down into the pit of must-be-done-yesterday, and I’m still trying to puzzle through the code. It’s pretty well written and documented, so I’m hoping I’ll get on top of it soon, but I’m getting very distracted by all the renovations going on around – the smell of the paint going onto the meeting-room walls (blood-red, oddly), the ladders and drills and hammers… and then there are the continuing distractions of the rec.arts.drwho.moderated newsgroup, which I thought I had successfully delegated to just-home, but my forwarding isn’t working properly and I’m still getting the stuff here.
Anyway.
I had a dream last night. I was playing sport with all the guys at work. We were playing soccer at the Botanic Park in Townsville. I was unable to kick the ball at all, and people were trying not to openly mock me. All the others were playing very well.
I have subtle dreams.