Damned Bikers, Clumsy Eaters and People Who Don’t Call Back
posted at 3:31 am
on Apr. 2, 2008
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My friend Steve called me tonight. Of all my distant friends, he’s one of the better, perhaps the best, at keeping in touch with me. I really appreciate that. Which makes it even crappier than I wasn’t able to talk to him and didn’t call him back. He even sounded like he had something to tell me. Drat.
Sorry, Steve.
I did have a good reason: financial troubles.
Not anything super bad, but today we discovered that our semi-automated invoicing system was definitely under-counting our billable hours this month, and that it was likely it has done this for a significant number of months.
Because most of our projects are quote based, this isn’t as bad as it sounds. But it’s still a big stress, and no fun at all to a) contemplate redoing many months of billing, and b) deciding how to handle those hours—do we bill clients for them well after the fact, or silently eat the mistake, or some other alternative?
Speaking of silently eating the mistake, I personally had one of the worst food spills that I’ve recently caused, and it came out of nowhere. I was sitting on the couch with a lovely bowl of coconut rice, mango chicken and ginger sunflower broccoli (thanks, Boris!). I was holding the bowl in one hand and I leaned over and my hand accidently hit the end of the fork, which was resting in the bowl tucked under the food.
The sudden blow acted like a combination lever and rocket tank, and immediately a 4th-of-July rice-pectacular covered me with fresh white rice. There was rice everywhere: It looked like I’d been punched by a bag of rice. Cleanup was laborious because the sticky rice was true to its word.
I tried to go for a bike ride on Saturday, lured in by the false promise of sun in the morning that eventually overcame my intertia. Four minutes out from my garage, the weather suddenly shifted to this: ice crap raining from the sky. I went to the bank machine and then home but still got soaked throught, hat to socks.
When God wants you to stay home and play Super Smash Bros. video games, you should do what you’re told, so I did.
I called my Mom to tell her about the weather, and she said it was warmer in Calgary than here in Vancouver. She didn’t laugh, but it was implied. She’s at home most of this month because she’s recovering from an operation. Nothing serious (now) but it’s never easy to get anesthetic, and to put your life on hold without the benefit of getting to travel while you’re not working.
I took my kneeling chair in to get it reupholstered. It had worn through so much it looked like a baboon’s butt. I wish I had a before picture.
I played magic last Sunday, and may be playing some Wednesday night, we’ll see. I’m also signed up to do Ultimate again this season, but the team hasn’t gelled yet. Hmmm.
