Just got handed a fun project to do at work, which makes 2 out of 4, substantially upping the fun quotient. You’ll probably think I’m nuts when I reveal that the fun project is a catalog for our customer’s baseband and radio technology products, LOL! But it’s layout work and not dicking around with a database or recreating web pages in a pain-in-the-ass intranet platform.
I haven’t wanted to BE at work lately, much less do anything of worth to earn my salary while there. I want to be home working on my collage book or playing on the computer or reading LJ or surfing the web. A dickhead, Addicted, indeed.
Tonight is yet ANOTHER parent meeting, this one at Karin’s daycare. That makes 4 of them in the last couple of weeks and we have yet to get to the actual progress meetings on how our children are doing. These have all been beginning of the year info type meetings.
In other news, Reebert‘s crafty package is on it’s way 🙂 It’s actually more than 5 things if you want to get technical, but they’re little and go together, so I don’t think I’m upping the bar or anything.
Had a great talk with my brother last night. He’s going through typical first-year-expat angst down in Germany, trying to find a job without speaking much of the language and feeling useless. He was a sales rep for Dynastar in the States, selling skis and snowboards, but hasn’t had any luck transferring to a similar job in Europe (yet). I think it must be much more difficult for GUYS to be the ones making the move overseas to be a “love immigrant.” Maybe I’m way off base, but even when we women have had our ups and downs and hard times, we are still, for the most part, conditioned to depend on another to one degree or another, and men aren’t. I’m not saying that there aren’t women who move here and get along just fine, thank you, with depending on their spouse/sambo/whathaveyou, just that IN GENERAL, I think it must be culturally more difficult for men to make the move.
Maybe that’s why the overwhelming number of said love immigrants ARE women, and would explain the incredible number of expat women’s clubs all over the world. I’m not talking about men who move to another country to work or live on their own, I think this specifically has to do with the situation of moving to a foreign country to be with someone else. And, for example, when Anders moved to the U.S. with Tetra Pak, he could depend on his company for help in strange situations and his work colleagues who were in the same boat, but he also had to deal with many things himself, like figuring out a checkbook. If he’d gone over to be with an American, she might have taken care of those things for him, making him feel that much more useless (especially if he wasn’t fluent in English). I’m rambling now, but hopefully my point came across.