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a Surprisingly full Saturday
Oct. 8th, 2005 07:23 pmI often feel that my weekends defy planning and I am often left with the small dread that my weekend will be empty and far too long. So often that is not the case, but the small dread is still there, regardless.
Today was much the same. Everyone it seems, but me, is out of town or otherwise thoroughly chocked to the gills with duties, events, visits etc. Still I had a business call to make this morning, a potential new client who needs some help executing a fairly moderate business concept. We spent two and a half hours together in his sun-lit, loft-style business space out in West Berkeley. He's been there 5, almost 6 years and now is the telling time--the time for the next big push to the new level. A scary prospect in any business. I'm intrigued and hedging my bets as to whether or not I am the best person to put into action his goals and dreams. Still, I am thankful for the referral, which came from an acquaintance who is a tenant in the building where I currently work.
Prior to that, I was sitting here at home, in the sunlight of a gorgeous day, drinking coffee, reading news, reading LJ, considering a post when I realized the morning was getting away from me and crap...what I want to wear I need to iron, and...double crap, for a first impression I'd better toss on a bit of make up, and crap...do I know where my business cards are and... (you get the picture).
One thought that occurred to me in the rush that ensued was "you know you're horridly domestic when..." when I am tickled pink that the new iron I bought a few weeks ago (which was still locked tight in its box until this morning) comes with its very own plastic pour cup to fill it with water for steam! It's the little things in life.
After my consulting gig I wandered a bit further south to Emeryville and checked on the cats for the Mad Scientist. He's on the East Coast receiving an award from one of his Colleges. The cats were very happy to see me as they had managed to blow through the last of their crunchies since Thursday afternoon. And so, I hung out, fed, watered, and petted the trio of felines who now look upon me with near goddess-like status. I caught an episode of Antiques Roadshow, which I've not seen in forever and finally wandered my way towards home. During which time I realized I'd left my only surviving pair of sunglasses back at my morning appointment...oh well I'll get them later.
I stopped at the local video store about 4 from the house. I felt like a movie tonight. (Funny, I don't look like a movie...)
It's an odd thing, in a public place, be it a store, library, park or party I am either singled out by the dangerous element with the bad boy swagger and dash, or by the most boring fucking individual on this planet.
"Do you know East of Eden?"
Nondescript, short, graying, plain face, okay body, exudes blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh all over the place.
"The movie with James Dean? I've never seen it, but I've heard of it."
Remind me not to feed the animals. In the half hour or so that I poked around looking for what *I* want to watch, he kept popping up and asking me questions about this movie or that actor. I try to be polite, neutral, not enthusiastic, but really he gave me no reason to be rude either. I always end up feeling sort of sorry for these guys. They may seem boring on the surface but they're still human, often times intelligent and socially awkward. Finally, clutching my movie in hand, I sidled towards the exit only to find him sticking his hand out and offering his name and asking if we could swap phone numbers.
GACK...and I couldn't for the life of me think of a decent excuse and quick exit....so he now has my card and I have his...(sigh). I'll make up my mind about it all later, if he actually has the nerve to follow up.
Meanwhile my next two weeks are rather full of events and such as I prepare for my trip to Orlando on the 18th...so, we'll see.
Arggh....why me :P
Today was much the same. Everyone it seems, but me, is out of town or otherwise thoroughly chocked to the gills with duties, events, visits etc. Still I had a business call to make this morning, a potential new client who needs some help executing a fairly moderate business concept. We spent two and a half hours together in his sun-lit, loft-style business space out in West Berkeley. He's been there 5, almost 6 years and now is the telling time--the time for the next big push to the new level. A scary prospect in any business. I'm intrigued and hedging my bets as to whether or not I am the best person to put into action his goals and dreams. Still, I am thankful for the referral, which came from an acquaintance who is a tenant in the building where I currently work.
Prior to that, I was sitting here at home, in the sunlight of a gorgeous day, drinking coffee, reading news, reading LJ, considering a post when I realized the morning was getting away from me and crap...what I want to wear I need to iron, and...double crap, for a first impression I'd better toss on a bit of make up, and crap...do I know where my business cards are and... (you get the picture).
One thought that occurred to me in the rush that ensued was "you know you're horridly domestic when..." when I am tickled pink that the new iron I bought a few weeks ago (which was still locked tight in its box until this morning) comes with its very own plastic pour cup to fill it with water for steam! It's the little things in life.
After my consulting gig I wandered a bit further south to Emeryville and checked on the cats for the Mad Scientist. He's on the East Coast receiving an award from one of his Colleges. The cats were very happy to see me as they had managed to blow through the last of their crunchies since Thursday afternoon. And so, I hung out, fed, watered, and petted the trio of felines who now look upon me with near goddess-like status. I caught an episode of Antiques Roadshow, which I've not seen in forever and finally wandered my way towards home. During which time I realized I'd left my only surviving pair of sunglasses back at my morning appointment...oh well I'll get them later.
I stopped at the local video store about 4 from the house. I felt like a movie tonight. (Funny, I don't look like a movie...)
It's an odd thing, in a public place, be it a store, library, park or party I am either singled out by the dangerous element with the bad boy swagger and dash, or by the most boring fucking individual on this planet.
"Do you know East of Eden?"
Nondescript, short, graying, plain face, okay body, exudes blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh all over the place.
"The movie with James Dean? I've never seen it, but I've heard of it."
Remind me not to feed the animals. In the half hour or so that I poked around looking for what *I* want to watch, he kept popping up and asking me questions about this movie or that actor. I try to be polite, neutral, not enthusiastic, but really he gave me no reason to be rude either. I always end up feeling sort of sorry for these guys. They may seem boring on the surface but they're still human, often times intelligent and socially awkward. Finally, clutching my movie in hand, I sidled towards the exit only to find him sticking his hand out and offering his name and asking if we could swap phone numbers.
GACK...and I couldn't for the life of me think of a decent excuse and quick exit....so he now has my card and I have his...(sigh). I'll make up my mind about it all later, if he actually has the nerve to follow up.
Meanwhile my next two weeks are rather full of events and such as I prepare for my trip to Orlando on the 18th...so, we'll see.
Arggh....why me :P
