Frustration.
So bored at work these days. I've been spending the last week or so updating the French translations of our website - the problem is that not all of the text is in the same place. Some of it is in an XML file, some of it is in the database, and some of it has to be controlled in code. I spent all day yesterday just writing INSERT statements for various qualifications - 330 in all. Today was spent editing the language table and the user privilege table. When I left today, I still had nine sheets to go in the second spreadsheet. *yawn*
At least I had something to look forward to tonight. I hadn't seen Ambrose since before Gaylaxicon, so I called him Sunday evening after the TCON Board meeting to invite him to join us for dinner. He couldn't, as he had plans already to get together with his sister, but we arranged to have dinner tonight. He was closing the store, so he was getting off work around 8:30, and I usually get to Finch around 8, so that worked out well. We met up around 9:15, and decided to go to Licks for burgers. (Burgers may not sound exciting, but Licks has the best burgers of any I've ever tasted in my life.) It was a slow night there, though - usually, the staff sing while they cook, but there were only two people in there tonight so it was quiet.
We sat there for well over an hour catching up, then decided to go across the street to McDonald's for dessert. Licks has ice cream, but Ambrose was in the mood for a fake sundae instead of a real one (pity the Dairy Queen up the street closed several months ago, though), so we ended up sitting in there for about half an hour.
His latest crazy customer story... some guy called the store today to complain that the ice cream scoop that his wife bought a year ago has "dents" in it, and he wanted to know if it was under warranty or if he could exchange it for a new one. "Dents"? WTF? Mine is a bit pitted - I don't know if it's due to moisture or the temperature shifts inherent to using it for its intended purpose, but I think that's fairly normal. And who the hell asks if they can exchange something for a new one more than a year after buying it? It turned out that there actually is a warranty on this particular ice cream scoop (who knew?), and he might just be able to get a new one from the manufacturer. *shakes head sadly* Just spend the $8 on a new one! If that's too expensive, get one for a buck from the dollar store! Sheesh.
After dessert, I walked him to the subway. While we were standing in the entranceway, I said, "Hopefully it won't be a month before we see each other next. You know, you could call me once in a while too..." I didn't admit this, but when I called him on Sunday, I deliberately hadn't called since the week before I went to Gaylaxicon because I wanted to see if he would call me, and he didn't. He responded that he's not good at that kind of thing because he never feels like he has time, even when he does. Admittedly, right now he doesn't have a lot of time because of the apartment-hunting he's doing, but I'm not asking for hour-long conversations every other day. Five minutes here and there would be nice, though.
He then said, "You're either being really passive-aggressive, or really honest." I'm not quite sure how to take that. Right now, I can deal with always being the one who calls to make plans, but I'm not sure that there won't come a time when I don't want to do that any more. I want to feel like I'm important to him. Unfortunately, 11 o'clock on a weeknight was probably not the time to continue that particular conversation, though it's one we are going to have to have in more depth.
Hopefully it won't be a month from now. *sigh* I really do like his company, but he's making it awfully hard to develop any stronger feelings...
In other news, are the Leafs trying to kill me? 6-4 loss to Chicago on Saturday night, giving up five goals in the third period alone, and losing tonight in a shootout to the worst team in the league. You have to feel sorry for Mats Sundin... 17 points in 10 games, tied for the league lead, and the team is below .500. Nik Antropov even has 7 goals so far this year (shocking, I know). Argh.
At least I had something to look forward to tonight. I hadn't seen Ambrose since before Gaylaxicon, so I called him Sunday evening after the TCON Board meeting to invite him to join us for dinner. He couldn't, as he had plans already to get together with his sister, but we arranged to have dinner tonight. He was closing the store, so he was getting off work around 8:30, and I usually get to Finch around 8, so that worked out well. We met up around 9:15, and decided to go to Licks for burgers. (Burgers may not sound exciting, but Licks has the best burgers of any I've ever tasted in my life.) It was a slow night there, though - usually, the staff sing while they cook, but there were only two people in there tonight so it was quiet.
We sat there for well over an hour catching up, then decided to go across the street to McDonald's for dessert. Licks has ice cream, but Ambrose was in the mood for a fake sundae instead of a real one (pity the Dairy Queen up the street closed several months ago, though), so we ended up sitting in there for about half an hour.
His latest crazy customer story... some guy called the store today to complain that the ice cream scoop that his wife bought a year ago has "dents" in it, and he wanted to know if it was under warranty or if he could exchange it for a new one. "Dents"? WTF? Mine is a bit pitted - I don't know if it's due to moisture or the temperature shifts inherent to using it for its intended purpose, but I think that's fairly normal. And who the hell asks if they can exchange something for a new one more than a year after buying it? It turned out that there actually is a warranty on this particular ice cream scoop (who knew?), and he might just be able to get a new one from the manufacturer. *shakes head sadly* Just spend the $8 on a new one! If that's too expensive, get one for a buck from the dollar store! Sheesh.
After dessert, I walked him to the subway. While we were standing in the entranceway, I said, "Hopefully it won't be a month before we see each other next. You know, you could call me once in a while too..." I didn't admit this, but when I called him on Sunday, I deliberately hadn't called since the week before I went to Gaylaxicon because I wanted to see if he would call me, and he didn't. He responded that he's not good at that kind of thing because he never feels like he has time, even when he does. Admittedly, right now he doesn't have a lot of time because of the apartment-hunting he's doing, but I'm not asking for hour-long conversations every other day. Five minutes here and there would be nice, though.
He then said, "You're either being really passive-aggressive, or really honest." I'm not quite sure how to take that. Right now, I can deal with always being the one who calls to make plans, but I'm not sure that there won't come a time when I don't want to do that any more. I want to feel like I'm important to him. Unfortunately, 11 o'clock on a weeknight was probably not the time to continue that particular conversation, though it's one we are going to have to have in more depth.
Hopefully it won't be a month from now. *sigh* I really do like his company, but he's making it awfully hard to develop any stronger feelings...
In other news, are the Leafs trying to kill me? 6-4 loss to Chicago on Saturday night, giving up five goals in the third period alone, and losing tonight in a shootout to the worst team in the league. You have to feel sorry for Mats Sundin... 17 points in 10 games, tied for the league lead, and the team is below .500. Nik Antropov even has 7 goals so far this year (shocking, I know). Argh.