What a great Saturday this was! Yes, I'm blogging later then usual, and Blogger tells me that's already tomorrow (you know, the issues with moving Blogger from the Eastern Hemisphere to the Western Hemisphere), but I can't be bothered by that today. In my plans I was supposed to meet with Dragonfly and then with Carrie, Kate and Lau. Carrie got sick, Kate got a double shift and Lau was held hostage by homework. The meeting with Dragonfly also fell through because her family business became more successful than they expected - ^_^ as it was bound to, because they are all terribly talented people - and so she was caught making more organic, artisanal soap, so she couldn't meet me. Not that I mind, as this way I can place an order for some of the fabulous products she and her sister make, so maybe next week we can meet and then I can take home some fo the fabulous products these talented girls make.
Aside from the meetings with my friends, which didn't happen, and do to which I'm sitting here blogging instead of laughing like crazy and sipping on Applebees' alcohol devoided cocktails, I attended a seminar on Institutional Risk. No, it's not what you might be thinking, it's a topic related to Internal Control, stuff like procedures and how should you do things in order to do them properly and right, what's the proper chain of actions and so on. Well, Institutional Risk and Risk Management is all about risk, and that's a part of my Internal Control framework that I've been lacking for a while. The seminar was sponsored by my Professional Collegium - that thing I can't properly explain in any language that isn't Spanish because I believe there might not be any like it in any other place in the world - and so was held at the headquarters, which are located in San Pedro.
The seminar lasted pretty much the whole day, which was rather convenient because since the girls and I usually meet in San Pedro, I wouldn't have to deal with the Saturday afternoon traffic, just wait for the girls with a drink in my hand, maybe having time ahead to do some windowshopping that may or may not end up in actual shopping. So far so good, except that as it happens Sookie went to the mechanic on Wednesday, for those issues she had at the technical revision two weeks ago. Wednesday I had to go home by bus. Thursday I went to the office and back with bus. Friday I also took the bus, though then again I normally do that on Fridays because of the plate restriction. However I was really, really sad that I didn't have Sookie, and I was missing her terribly, and wished I got her back as soon as possible. One of the things that also got me worried, to word it somehow, was that I knew I would need her a lot today.
I actually found myself praying to God to please let me have Sookie for Saturday. So in the early afternoon, my brother called that Sookie was sort of ready -or at least ready enough to take her to the test again. However he was on a work trip very far away from the Metropolitan Area, which meant that I had to go for her, and since I don't know where's the mechanic, I had to go with my dad. So I called dad, and we met to go for my car. the mechanic explained to me what was done with my car, and how some temporary measures had to be taken - hopefully enough to get her to pass the technical revision - but that the definitive solutions were in work, as soon as he got the spare parts needed.
One of the adjustments made were due to the gas emisions. What was done was that the ... something of the car was set on a different tempo. It's some weird stuff that regulates the potency of the car. On lower potency the motor seems weaker, slower, but it makes lesser emissions and it saves gas. Man, you have no idea what's like to drive her now. It's like they've put my car on diazepam! It's like she used to be all hype and hands-on type of girl, not afraid of anything, ready to take on any challenge and then laugh and say "that's all you've got? Come on, don't sell yourself short, sweetheart!". She was the type of car that would take anything you would throw at her, and she would chew it and spit in in your face. Now, on diazepam she's... hippie. It's all ease, cool and calm, no pushing, no limits... it's all like a magic trip down a mythic yellow brick road.
In that sense, I realized that she and me are much alike, or more like I'm much like my car. We are always the push-it type, the hard workers even if we start the day with difficulty and much grumbling. We might get offended by lack of care, we might have our issues, but we puch the envelope, make the whole nine and puch for the extra mile. We appreciate pampering, get our things, but then, when we have to fit the norm and be like the others, we need to get on diazepam, and that, my friends, makes us groovie.
I love my Sookie, and today was a fabulous day, but I can't wait to have my girl off her pills.
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