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Too much to ask
Jul. 30th, 2013 05:29 pmThank goodness the priority translation task got finished today, because the screaming started less than two hours later. Bang goes my door, in go the earbuds, on comes the Man of Steel soundtrack. I like the tunes, but think they would have benefited from a better movie; sadly, that album is appropriate for these conditions because it's a Hans Zimmer piece, which means lots of pounding rhythm instruments, which helps drown out the temper tantrums.
I swear, some days, I want to just put out a blanket statement: I want two solid barriers between my office and any screaming. Two closed doors, two solid walls, or one of each, I don't care, so long as the screams get fbeeping attenuated.
Oh, yeah, thoughts on Man of Steel: it was ... interesting ... but I couldn't really call it fun. Not in the way that The Avengers was fun. My brother hadn't seen the film, so I slipped the disc into the PS3 and we watched it Sunday while he was resting up for Monday's travels.
Ah, yes. Travels. I didn't envy him the 6:30am takeoff time. I sympathized with the demands it placed on him, demanding he set an alarm clock for a time he refers to as "ass-early" and I prefer to think of as "stupid o'clock". I was slightly less sympathetic when he woke me up at a quarter to stupid o'clock and asked if I could spot him 20 euros for the taxi.
Of course I gave it to him. I may have grumbled about it, still being ninety percent asleep at the time, but he's my brother.
And besides, I've got my own stupid o'clock alarm to worry about. Twice this coming month, actually, to catch a 7:05am boat to the islands for a couple of long weekends.
Assuming, of course, that work permits.
I swear, some days, I want to just put out a blanket statement: I want two solid barriers between my office and any screaming. Two closed doors, two solid walls, or one of each, I don't care, so long as the screams get fbeeping attenuated.
Oh, yeah, thoughts on Man of Steel: it was ... interesting ... but I couldn't really call it fun. Not in the way that The Avengers was fun. My brother hadn't seen the film, so I slipped the disc into the PS3 and we watched it Sunday while he was resting up for Monday's travels.
Ah, yes. Travels. I didn't envy him the 6:30am takeoff time. I sympathized with the demands it placed on him, demanding he set an alarm clock for a time he refers to as "ass-early" and I prefer to think of as "stupid o'clock". I was slightly less sympathetic when he woke me up at a quarter to stupid o'clock and asked if I could spot him 20 euros for the taxi.
Of course I gave it to him. I may have grumbled about it, still being ninety percent asleep at the time, but he's my brother.
And besides, I've got my own stupid o'clock alarm to worry about. Twice this coming month, actually, to catch a 7:05am boat to the islands for a couple of long weekends.
Assuming, of course, that work permits.
