The drama surrounding my car aside, this has proven to be a pretty uneventful week.
The only place I’ve seen any kind of excitement has been my dreams, which is not really unusual, but this week it proved to be kind of extreme given that my dreams were pretty intense (the “naughty chiropractor” in one of those dreams was especially interesting) and that I did virtually nothing with any of my waking hours.
I never even properly went grocery shopping.
Mostly I napped.
And sat.
And sweated.
I did manage to get quite a bit of work done on that RLC picture, but I still have a long way to go to finishi it.
I had hoped to be able to finish it last night, but that didn’t happen, and who knows if I’ll even work on it all in what remains of my typically abbreviated Thursday.
As far as cooking, I didn’t really do anything to speak of, or at least nothing that restocked my barren freezer with leftovers.
So all in all it was pretty much a nothing week. It even seemed kind of long, as yesterday I found myself convinced that it “must be Thursday by now.”
Next week I’ll be spending three days (Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday) in a class at HQ learning JavaScript.
The week after is back to normal, but after that I spend two days in class learning CSS.
I’m not sure who’s teaching the JavaScript class, but I don’t think it’s the guy who taught the HTML and XML classes I took (and who will be teaching the CSS class).
If it is, the same instructor, I’m sure he’ll give his typical lecture at the start of class about how important it is to make mistakes. After all, mistakes can be a powerful learning tool, and if you’re going to make them, the best time and place to do so is in the class in which you’re learning to actually do whatever it is you’re hoping to learn to do.
In the last class I’d made a mistake when he was coming around to check for mistakes, and he was pleased by the fact that I’d made it, as it was a mistake that he was hoping that someone would make, as there was much to be learned from making it.
As he was pointing this out to me in his amiable style (which borders on the fabulous, if you know what I mean - and no, Zalfiro, he isn’t cute, so don’t get your hopes up), it occurred to me how funny it would be if I were to take the news that I’d made a mistake very badly.
I can’t really imagine how he would react if I were to start hitting myself on the head in a Chris Farlye-like fashion and screaming, “Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! How can I be so stupid! Aargh! Idiot!”
I think there’s a good chance that he would faint.
As I write this and time flies past (even though I’m not really having much in the way of fun – time also flies when there’s something you’re not looking forward to, such as another three days of work), and it’s seeming less and less likely that I’m going to get any work done on that RLC picture.
Ah well.
It also seems unlikely that I’m going to write anything worthwhile today, so I might as well just call it quits for now. I hope you all have a good weekend.
1 comment:
Hmm...are you sure that you're in a position to rule out amputees?
Sheesh, and people say that I'm picky.
Anyway, good plan on the wallet thing. I might have to try that.
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