For some unknown reason (maybe receiving e-mails today from former co-worker AM) I began to think of Bernard… and start smiling. BV was hell to work with, let alone for. But there's one thing that usually cracked up everybody: anytime he had to talk to a foreign provider. Whenever he was on the phone and AM was around, we tacitly agreed to play the game who-laughs-first-looses. I usually ended on the floor, AM following shortly ^_^. B had a unique way of warning the person he was talking to with a loud Take care, Hein! when he meant Be careful, Huh! (yup, B was prone to threatening people which tells enough the kind of person he was). 😀 As for talking louder than necessary B was positively, definitely, convinced that if others had trouble undertanding him their hearing capacity was to be questionned not his thick accent and poor vocabulary. Now trying to laugh in silence always had the opposite effect on me LOL.
Monthly Archives: June 2004
I visited 2 apartments yesterday, right after work. The person from the agency I was with was about 50, older than the other one from some other agency last week. I feel more confident with older persons. Correction: I feel less secure with people that are younger than me. They generally leave me the impression of aggressive puppies.
The first apartment, 65m2 at 61 000€, requires extra work (originally some dental office) which we evaluated would amount to around 15 000€. The second flat, size 85m2 at 92 000€, was perfect albeit located further from city center + part of a big complex (which I'm not too fond of) + heavily taxed (about 1 month salary / year). The price is not a problem (provided I sell my own flat) in any case since I won't be charged any notary paper work nor agency fee (saving me a couple of thousand euros). So? So, I'll keep looking. The second choice best suited my needs but it definitely lacks charm which is something I already felt was lacking in my current one at Besançon. There was a bar though…
The market is very small at châlon: demand has been exceeding offer for the past 2 years so prices continually went up making potential sellers postpon even more consequently fuelling the shortage… 'Fuelling the shortage' sounds odd but that's basically the idea. Another factor is the rate at which one may borrow money. It's ridiculously low so many who traditionally rent apartments feel this couldn't be a better time. Third factor: the economy is not doing well to say the least: Incomes generated from placing money are going down, wages remain stable when they don't decrease or simply vanish (about the highest unemployement rate in Europe with Germany thank you) and conventional retirement plans threaten to explode. On top of that constructions made during the 60's are getting old, many need to be fixed if not blown up and simply replaced. … And I have the nerve, the absolute nerve to ask for a place where I can
party, organise orgies, fuck like a rabbit, do it three ways, four ways, z ways (z varying from 1 to infinite), sleep and seat my behind? 😀b
Been thinking about this yesterday evening, right before going to bed. (I even was about to get up and switch this baby back on just to note it, fearing I might not be able to remember it… My other more down to earth half said: forget about that! I'm tired):Am I happy?I remember in class of Math one original way of dealing with abstraction: one could either follow main stream and waste time enumerating all possibilities. The challenge would be then to not forget any. The alternative and more substle – yet more powerful because shorter hence faster; people that are good in Math are lazy people use to repeat one of my teachers – approach would be to consider the opposite, pretty much like the negative of a photo: consequence were immediate with a fewer possibilities hence less chance to forget any. I loved that. In many other occasions I found appropriate to consider matters from a different perspective. I'm not digressing, just trying to illustrate.
I could list reasons why I'm happy; there could also be many others telling me I'm not so, or even unhappy. Then I thought: What if I die right now? Am I ready to go today, this minute even? Pretty radical approach. Many would probably object it but it sure helps put things into perspective.
Answer? I want to live. I want to see how the story ends.
This is strange… It's like wind turning into storm. I read here and there blogs from people going through a phase: the change ^_^ Wait! They're 30 something? Thaaaaat's why!
Every now and then, in order to relax and get away from my PC I go down to fetch a drink in the 'cathedral', the work-shop. I try to pace my visits there as going too often would probably weaken the impact of wandering around, just marveling at the size of things there; common units are meters and tons, hundreds of them. Gulliver in Brobdingnag. This helps rest my eyes.
DM went back home for lunch, as usual. Brought back a full bag of cherries he picked last Week-End. Yummy!!
Another appartement to visit later this afternoon. We didn't even get down from the car for the first one last week. Hopefully this one will be, at least, better located (close to city centre).
Funny, NB sent me (along with many other co-workers) a joke involving a mother, her son and a girl she (the mother) suspects her son to sleep with. It reminded of me my father telling us, children bored to death in the back of the car, almost the same story. Well, the plot was the same except that it didn't involve exchange of e-mails and participants were 2 priests, one suspecting the other (out of jealousy?) to sleep with his house maid (we're catholic). O tempora, o mores…