Back at Châlon, 2 hours later than planned… Had forgotten my bag-pack on the platform. Had to go all the way to Dijon just to be said (contrary to what the conductor had told me) that I had to return and pick up my bag, they were not allowed to bring it to me (which would have saved me the delay) *sigh* . I'm lucky and can only blame myself. Had the bag been stolen I was loosing: my wallet, mobile phone, credit cards, ID card, over 100 €, all my train and flight tickets and … my passport. I'm lucky and fully aware that 2 hours is a very small price. Now I can relax and enjoy a cup of tea before hitting the sack.
Monthly Archives: May 2004
I didn't translate everything in the description of the ESFJ T is. We didn't have the time and I wanted to know more before going further in case more explanations would have been necessary. It's a good thing. I'm just finished reading the rest.
ESFJs who have had the benefit of being raised and surrounded by a strong value system that is ethical and centered around genuine goodness will most likely be the kindest, most generous souls who will gladly give you the shirt off of their back without a second thought. For these individuals, the selfless quality of their personality type is genuine and pure. ESFJs who have not had the advantage of developing their own values by weighing them against a good external value system may develop very questionable values. In such cases, the ESFJ most often genuinely believes in the integrity of their skewed value system. They have no internal understanding of values to set them straight. In weighing their values against our society, they find plenty of support for whatever moral transgression they wish to justify. This type of ESFJ is a dangerous person indeed. Extraverted Feeling drives them to control and manipulate, and their lack of Intuition prevents them from seeing the big picture. They're usually quite popular and good with people, and good at manipulating them. Unlike their ENFJ cousin, they don't have Intuition to help them understand the real consequences of their actions. They are driven to manipulate other to achieve their own ends, yet they believe that they are following a solid moral code of conduct.
Oh my… that corresponds to T so much. I always thought his tendency to twist facts and the numerous reasons he could find to justify why he had broken the law were typically … french but now.
The test is terribly perceptive and disturbingly accurate.
Nasty pressure is rising as departure closes in… thousands of questions keep coming to mind, hard to give priorities, remain calm and list everything I need to do and remember. It does tax a lot.
Will I make it safely to SF? Will I be delayed? If so, will I find alternative solutions? In time? Will I be able to understand what they want from me? Will I be physically capable? Will I …? Will they …? Will we…?
I can't hide my accent. I sound english at best. What if anyone behaves aggressively guessing where I'm from? P from Chambéry was ready to bet a beer there would not be one; I'm not so sure… *sigh*
Pentecôte or Pentekostê = Fiftieth day after Easter, the descent of the holy spirit. Day of the translaters?
Not doing anything. taking a nap. Suits me perfectly. I'm at A's. We're waiting for baby B to wake up(which should happen in about an hour, maybe more/less. Who knows with babies?). We'll go pick-up D then. I decided to not take any risk and have A take care of my plant. I'm pretty sure others will survive to my 2 weeks vacation, not this one. What else?:
Hit the gym. It was close, f**ck them. So many Saturdays off, so no RPM because of so many bank holidays this month. Drat!
Buy a train ticket back to Châlon. There's my usual one at 17:22. Should be enough to buy it right before boarding.
Cut T's hair with my cliper. *sigh* ^_^
Ask T to lend me his camera's batteries
It was L's birthday party yesterday evening. 30 years
old young he is *sigh*
I decided to be reasonable this time and only had 2 glasses of wine; the rest of the evening I alternated soda and mineral water. You can't really get into the spirit of a party unless you've gulped down as much alcohol as other participants can you. A had decided to leave right after the cake, I had withdrawn to some remote room (L&B have a huge house, by my standards) and was taking a nap along with baby B. I followed and returned home with both.
I've become such a night cap ^_^
Rachel our packing-up team leader sent us a schedule of our dress-up days:
Day 5: Red Dress Day (ALC tradition), Day 4: curlers/housecoats/ugly pajamas and Day 2: Village People… Huh! Er… In case I would not know what the members look like she kindly attached a picture showing the band to a message she specifically sent me… ^_^I don't think I will get away with sorry but I have no sense of humour so I'll skip the dress-up… thing. So! The indian? no. The leather man? hell no! The policeman? … the construction worker? I don't have any helmet but I guess I can borrow one. God! 😀 Tortures already began and I'm not even there yet.
I never close doors. I figure that it would help the place keep the same temperature any room I'm in. I don't know really why I don't close doors. Even at other people's home I find it difficult to shut doors. This is the reason why I know there has been at least one visit of this place: the bathroom door was closed. It couldn't be me.
My spathiphyllum needed water desperately yesterday. No having had any in a week leaves and flowers were down when I arrived. Now they're all back up. Sounds silly, nothing really but I felt pretty glad when I realised the change this morning. I easily imagine how it'll be like when I'm away for 2 weeks… I'd better take it to T's.
How naive and dumb and bloody stupid I can be. B is far from Ok, he's in deep shit that's where I sense he is. I've never ever been able to read between the lines.
He's in my 'I like' 'he likes me back' list at bigmusclebear (a website I had no business being listed in except I figured it could help raise a couple of bucks for the ride I'll participate to next week. It didn't work out, it was an absolute fluke. Probably because I don't go along with posting a 'hot' pic of me). Well, I was checking him out every now and then (that's when I realized once his profile had been deleted) and saw he was 'seeing' someone. Ok, no problemo. Then I checked out that guy (supposed to have a LJ diary but hasn't made any new entry since March) and … today, found this: the little bro page had changed from something er… contentless, if I may say so, to a message I immediately related to Bob and where he's at right now.
What am I supposed to understand? know? guess? I don't know B all that well… Obviously I'm not that much a friend that he didn't even care to ask for my help. I wish someone could tell me what to do because I'm lost here. I just don't understand. I need directions. Please anyone…
My day today was almost a joke in contrast. The whole day has been like catch me if you can. I kept running from the
word cell phone bip: Beeeep. And was just perfect ^_^ Stressful but perfect. This company is not coherent, full or iron-like bonds and I'm so used to it. Isn' it so everywhere you go?