I'm in Amsterdam. What joy. Oops, that should be "What joy?"
Still, the hotel room's nice and they do a killer chocolate sponge cake.
That's me.
Work sucks. Psycho's supportive and cool. I have to travel soon.
Still, I may well be in the vicinity of a certain Jafer, since I'm to be sent to Canada for a couple of days... and the company's head office is in Toronto...
Funky, huh?
As you are all undoubtedly painfully unaware, I have been playing The Sims 2 a lot recently. It's a terribly good piece of development: doesn't crash, looks gorgeous, plays smoothly, is addictive and so on. However, it's also one of those games that - especially since the first one was so innocent - has a surprising parental advisory attached. It's considered a 'Teen' game now, because it has rude humour and people WooHooing (that'd be fumbling under the bedclothes together, for the uninitiated).
Just the other day, on an email list of which I am a member, one chap remarked that he'd been surprised by his ten-year-old niece's calm acceptance of a good WooHoo because (as she put it) "It's alright. Making babies is another option."
I just thought I'd mention it in case any parent happens to see this post and has been thinking of buying the game for their kiddies. There are some troubling real life undercurrents in it, such as the 'romance' aspiration which has bonus points for sleeping with ten different people in the same day or having sex with multiple people in the changing rooms of the clothing stores... think carefully before your children assume this is normal behaviour for adults.
This week is just not getting any better. After many, many hours of fighting stupid company procedures to try to install a fix for a problem, I now find myself with a telephone meeting at 8 p.m. today to get approvals. What a pointless, fruitless waste of time: it'll just be a bunch of dipshits in the States guarding their arses and making sure they follow the rules, rather than caring about the fact that the users haven't been able to work properly for the last two days due to the lack of a fix. This place is turning into a bureaucratic pile of crap.
I trust you all remember The Count from Sesame Street? "Two - Two! - little visitors. Mwuhahahahahahaha!" *cue lightning*
The agency called yesterday to ask if they could drop by with a person interested in seeing the apartment, so of course I agreed. I was already planning to work from home today after such a long, long week, so it was no trouble.
They were both ladies. The first was more business-like, but less snobby than the second. She spent a good ten minutes walking round and looking at stuff (which for a small place is a long time), then we chatted down in the courtyard for a while afterwards. If she does make an offer, it'll be lower than I hoped for, but hopefully not lower than I'm willing to accept.
The second visitor was much like the guy who came over first: snobby and looking for perfection of some kind. Feh.