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Saturday, January 11, 2003
I worked harder today than I have in a long time.
Martin, my Dad and I went over to our house today. Now that the construction people have finished the inside and we have keys, we can get started on doing things here and there so that when we move in, we just have to arrange furniture and stuff and then we're done. Martin wanted to install more phone jacks and the Direct TV people came out to the house this morning as well. We were up and ready to go at 8, which for me to do on a Saturday (or really any day) is a small miracle.
My task today was to paint the stem wall of our house. A stem wall is actually the foundation on our home. It sticks up by about two feet from the ground and we found out recently that the construction company wouldn't paint it. So that was my task today. I'm not a bad painter, just really slow. I start to daydream and I just get slower and slower. It took me forever. And I didn't even finish the whole thing. Hopefully when we finish, Martin will help so that it will go faster. I am so tired right now. We've basically been working since 9:30 and we finished up at around 7. I gave up painting around 5:30 or so. I had to- I ran out of paint.
After Martin decided to call the corporate headquarters for our house company, we received a call from the acting manager of the branch office we've been dealing with all apologetic and crap, assuring us that they're going to get the remainder of the house things done soon. He said he'd call Monday with lots of pertinent information.
Let's hope so.
Friday, January 10, 2003
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET HUSBAND MARTIN!!!
I just got off the phone with the people I'm dealing with about my house. I cancelled my moving day of January 14. I'll be lucky if we get to move in by next year.
The good news is that the inside is finished. The bad news is, I still don't have a water connection, electrical connection, concrete steps at my back door (that they forgot, yes, forgot about when they came to do the other two) and the all important Certificate of Occupancy. This could very possibly take another half year at the rate we're going. But let's not try to be too optimistic.
Thursday, January 09, 2003
All of my excitement regarding my French class today was dampened as soon as I walked in the door and saw that our lab person from last semester was gone and that a pompous bastard had taken her place. We will now be supervised by a complete jerk during our mandatory 53 minute, two times a week language lab where we do mostly nothing. I was outraged most of the day. He's this crochety old man who doesn't smile at all and likes to criticize the most minute things possible. I am seriously considering changing to a different lab as I can't stand this man. Has anyone seen the movie Office Space? You know the character Milton? The one who wants to burn down the building? The one with the stapler? This guy talks just like him. So while he was telling us that we can't arrive even one minute late to our class and that if we do we don't get credit for attending, or while he was telling us that we're not allowed to leave to go to the bathroom once we're there, I was having a really hard time keeping a straight face because all I could think of was Milton from Office Space. I'm dead serious. At 27, I'm getting too old for this kind of b.s. from people. I'm wondering how I'll make it without getting into some sort of an argument with this person before the end of the semester. Most of you know that I don't get along very well with mean authority figures. Especially mean authority figures who sometimes forget that life does happen, occasionally causing one to be 2 minutes late or perhaps have the need to go to the lavatory. Hmm. Maybe not in their world...
I went to actual French class and our professor, who is an older man, dyed his hair this awful reddish, brownish color that under the flourescent lighting in the classroom, actually looked a bit greenish. I was completely stunned. He said he wants to look younger. I really admire this professor, but he's made a horrible mistake. He looks ridiculous. It took me a while to stop focusing on the odd colored hair and on what he was explaining to us today. I'm sure that class will be interesting as it was last semester. It certainly got off to an interesting start today with his hair.
In between classes, I went to the cafeteria with this girl who is in my French lab and class. She's a very bright person, 17 and dual enrolled as a high school student and college student. So we had about 45 minutes in between both classes to share exactly how traumatized we were regarding this horrid language lab person and I end up sitting at a table with her and some other of her friends who must at least be 9 to 10 years younger than me. I was so amused just watching them talk. I really felt my age. I thought, my God, was I really that odd and wacky at 18? I'm afraid the answer is yes. I'm sure some of you can testify to that. I didn't feel bad sitting with them being ''older'' - actually, watching them, listening to what they were talking about and how they were acting, I was actually glad to be 27.
Tomorrow is Martin's birthday and I need to wrap some presents and such. Hope everyone is well.
Wednesday, January 08, 2003
So I first discussed having an online journal with my friend Dominique a few months back when we were discussing the pros and cons of keeping a paper journal (which I have always preferred) versus an online journal. She pointed out that it's always interesting to get feedback from other people about what you've written. At that point, I wasn't exactly convinced about it but recently I've had some ideas about certain things and I thought, gee, if I could post this somewhere, I just might get to bounce things off of different people and see what they think. So here I am.
Anyway, life is fine with our current project, our house, which will be great once actually completed. The getting completed part has been tricky. I am pretty glad that I quit my job in June because I have no idea how I would have ever been able to harass the construction people as much as I've had to harass them while working a full time job. Hopefully within the next couple of weeks, we'll actually be able to move in.
Happily, my classes have begun this week. I was at USF today for my French diction class (where I learn the rules for correctly pronouncing French words - necessary because so much important classical song repetoire is written in French that if you ever plan to get hired to sing you need to sound authentic- I took the Italian version last semester.) Tomorrow I start the second semester of my French class. I've actually missed that class. We have such an interesting rapport with our professor who speaks 7 languages and specializes in Basque. He prides himself in being the only Basque scholar in Florida and actually wrote an English-Basque dictionary. So in between French vocabulary and grammar we'll learn a little Basque. Quite interesting. And he's funny, so that's good too!
Next Wednesday I start my voice lessons with a new teacher at USF and I'm very excited about that as well. She told me today she was picking out some repetoire for me and I just can't wait to see what it is. I know that she'll be instrumental in helping me achieve my goals.
So that's basically all for today.
