Important lessons
Tonight, I went to an Argentine Tango class. It was really kind of fun. Perhaps because it was more of what I expected a dance class to be in the first place. I learned a lot of steps - too much almost to remember, which is a huge bummer, because I'd love to practice everything to get it right and get better at it. *sigh* I also learned that I am going to need real dance shoes if I'm going to continue this. There's a lot of sliding your foot around on the floor and the rubber soles on my street shoes stick just enough to cause some difficulty.
I also learned that the leaders are lightyears better in this class, so learning is way more fun. Even though I screw up a *lot*.
There was a woman there who comes with her husband to the Thursday night class. He happens to be the shortest man I've ever met, which is pretty entertaining if you pair us up. Um, he's at chest-level with me. Sooo amusing. His English is not so great - at least, I can't understand him sometimes. He and his wife are Russian, as in fresh-off-the-boat Russian. Nice people, I'm sure, but it's so weird dancing with the husband; he's staring at my chest and we can't actually have a conversation because I can't understand half of what he says. I'm not entirely sure I need to know what he's thinking anyway, I guess.
So, his wife showed up to this tango class this evening and came up to me to say hi. After which she said, "Oh, my husband - you know [insert name here - I forget at the moment], he's short? - he likes you! He talks about you so much after class, I have to say '[name]! I'm your wife, you'll just have to put up with me!'" To which I replied, with much astonishment, "Oh no! Really?" We laughed then. She didn't seem at all angry, just highly amused. I'm amused, (though this also solidifies a life-long suspicion that I'm really just a magnet for attracting the Wrong Guy) and sort of weirded out - this could explain why he is always grinning from ear to ear and fidgetting when I take my turn to dance with him. I don't see how he is with the other followers, though, so I can't be certain. *sigh*
I'm pretty sure I learned something else, but I can't remember at the moment. Tiredness has caught up with me and I'm determined to defeat it with Going To Bed Early. Or at least On Time. Tomorrow will be filled chock full of Work. Not just usual work, but Work. Five hours of today's day was devoted to dealing with a client complaint, which involved emailing translators, editors, talking to a translator repeatedly on the phone, discussing the finer points of French clinical trial terminology with two colleagues, getting advice from another senior colleague, trying to coordinate with the Production Control department so that this translator gets paired up with that editor next time, and oh, by the way, do we have a back up pair? *SIGH*
I had planned to edit about 10,000 words today. I got about 2,000 done. I really am trying VERY hard not to work overtime. Really.
Argh.
In the meantime, Bed. To think about the tango and dance shoes and what all of it means.
I also learned that the leaders are lightyears better in this class, so learning is way more fun. Even though I screw up a *lot*.
There was a woman there who comes with her husband to the Thursday night class. He happens to be the shortest man I've ever met, which is pretty entertaining if you pair us up. Um, he's at chest-level with me. Sooo amusing. His English is not so great - at least, I can't understand him sometimes. He and his wife are Russian, as in fresh-off-the-boat Russian. Nice people, I'm sure, but it's so weird dancing with the husband; he's staring at my chest and we can't actually have a conversation because I can't understand half of what he says. I'm not entirely sure I need to know what he's thinking anyway, I guess.
So, his wife showed up to this tango class this evening and came up to me to say hi. After which she said, "Oh, my husband - you know [insert name here - I forget at the moment], he's short? - he likes you! He talks about you so much after class, I have to say '[name]! I'm your wife, you'll just have to put up with me!'" To which I replied, with much astonishment, "Oh no! Really?" We laughed then. She didn't seem at all angry, just highly amused. I'm amused, (though this also solidifies a life-long suspicion that I'm really just a magnet for attracting the Wrong Guy) and sort of weirded out - this could explain why he is always grinning from ear to ear and fidgetting when I take my turn to dance with him. I don't see how he is with the other followers, though, so I can't be certain. *sigh*
I'm pretty sure I learned something else, but I can't remember at the moment. Tiredness has caught up with me and I'm determined to defeat it with Going To Bed Early. Or at least On Time. Tomorrow will be filled chock full of Work. Not just usual work, but Work. Five hours of today's day was devoted to dealing with a client complaint, which involved emailing translators, editors, talking to a translator repeatedly on the phone, discussing the finer points of French clinical trial terminology with two colleagues, getting advice from another senior colleague, trying to coordinate with the Production Control department so that this translator gets paired up with that editor next time, and oh, by the way, do we have a back up pair? *SIGH*
I had planned to edit about 10,000 words today. I got about 2,000 done. I really am trying VERY hard not to work overtime. Really.
Argh.
In the meantime, Bed. To think about the tango and dance shoes and what all of it means.