Everything is Everything

ok so its been awhile

almost a week - but, (excuses, excuses) the foyer had been out of internet (hence lack of communication people - and yes mom, I do remember you)
right now im writing this at work
because - as usual - typo3 makes me want to kill
that program is excellent army training

so lets break this down, grocery styles - starting from the weekend.

Saturday:

We were supposed to go to Annecy, but we woke up late, or got ready late, or something...anyways we missed the trains and decided against it because it would take too long to get there and we would have like, less than half a day to explore and it just didn't seem worth it. So we shopped (market, manor) and later that afternoon we ('the three stooges' as gilberto adequately named us last night - -steph, me, gilberto) went to the park (by the lake) read, tanned, whatever you do when at the park and its hot out. gilberto went back to the foyer early, and steph and i strolled around, checked out hot air balloons and the like.

Sunday:

Steph and I decided to go to Oldtown, except I couldn't remember how to get there, so we took the tram to somewhere that wasn't geneva. At one point we decided that it was do or die, either we keep going and consider it an adventure - maybe wind up in the mountains - or we get off and turn around. We decided to keep going. Then the tram stopped and terminated its run in the middle of nowhere. Then we walked off and got on the tram going back to Geneva, and somehow walked right into old town. We decided to be tourist and took a lot photos. Wound up at the carnival, went on the ferris wheel, took more photos. Bought candy, walked up to the jet d'eau, took more photos. Went back to the park, read, and tanned and the like. Came back to the foyer where they had a screening of the Simpsons because someone had downloaded it and got access to the projector.

Monday was work.

Tuesday I wanted to kill my computer or the internet or the developers of typo3. I spent close to 7 hours trying to get an extension to work, only to have it work partially on one browser but not at all on another. Fix one problem and encounter an even bigger one. Fix that problem and find a different one on another browser. It was back and forth between computers and by the end of it all I skipped lunch, tore out my hair and swore off Internet Explorer for the rest of my life, and me and RealURL aren't speaking. Not until it buys me chocolates, anyhow. I ended the day by watching Requiem for a Dream, which seemed suiting as I was thisclose to becoming a full fledged drug addict and giving up my fancy shmancy career as a web designer programmer project manager thingamabob.

Yesterday we (three of us) went to Cafe du Lys after realizing we missed the free concert we had intended to go to. But, in general, yesterday was a big relief compared to Tuesday. I got the language problem on the website sorted (which, compared to realURL was a bigger problem but was more simple to sort out). I bought tickets to see Feist in Geneva (in October!). Steph found a bunch of European tour dates to see Stars. Gilberto made us peanut butter sandwiches. I bought the hat I had wanted from HnM. Gilberto called me emo, I said I wasn't, then he said I was a scene kid and obviously my day was made.

Today its cold, rainy, and I still have a large list of things to do to get the tradeweek website off the ground. But its getting closer to being finished, and however unfortunate it may be, I may just say screw you to realurl and use a bunch of forwarders - which blows, but may be necessary to quickly put the alert out regarding the website.

I have a lot of work on plate - from freelance to tradeweek to just regular type work I should be doing here. I've made two large to do lists which just seem to sit and mock me. I guess if today is rainy, then, after we go to Ikea for dinner tonight (yeah you read that right - welcome to the life of an intern - one dollar hot dogs is where its at) I'll start taking care of all the freelance that just sits in my inbox and mocks me. Stupid internet work always mocking me....but...despite all my complaints about programs and extensions and freaking cross browser bs...I really enjoy this work. I really love doing this all. I've found my niche. And I know that I don't want to spend my life programming and designing and writing css and working in photoshop, but this industry in general seems to be my fit. I know I don't excell at any of the specifics (designing, programming, whatever), that I have a lot to learn, but...I guess I'm passionate about it, and eager to learn, and thats good, right? I enjoy it, a lot..

Pictures and stuff coming soon.
(I don't have a camera any more, mine broke - donate to my 'dana needs a camera to upload photos to her blog' fund)