Long Weekend

Finally!!!

After two years of working I got my first long weekend off!!! Nice ^-^

You see, the problem with working in logistics is that everyday there is “something” to do, and when the rest of the company is resting we have to work because we are sort of the end of the chain so there is always product to ship or to receive.

But not this time… no.

You could image that in the face of the wonders of a long weekend I would travel to unseen places and live fantastic adventures, but instead of adding any excitement to my life I just decided to rest… =)

Ahhhhhh… good, refreshing, re-energizing rest. I needed it.

Now I miss it...

A flight in Hell

Airplanes… the only real advantage of those expensive bastards is that they are fast. That's the only reason I have for flying in that uncomfortable, suffocating, noisy and sometimes stinky transportation.

Usually i tend to suffer in an airplane because the rows of the seats are so close together that my knees are constantly touching the seat in front of me leaving no room for movement; however I recently master the technique of falling asleep as soon as the flight begins and waking up with the usually quite turbulent landing. In fact I think that the safety instructions delivered by the flight attendants have the sole purpose of boredom, and thus facilitating the passenger to sleep during the fight and save money in drinks and food.

But am drifting from my story…

This week I had a particularly shitty flight. In the seat behind were sitting a mom with her two little children… a.k.a spawn of the devil. I decided to change to the row of seats next to me to avoid, what had already begun, the constant kicking of my seat by those brats.

So I moved… and they followed me!!! For no reason… they just changed rows to keep disturbing my sleep. Then, to my miserable luck, the movie of choice for the flight was… HAIR fucking SPRAY!!!

Argh… I was forced to see multiple images of this fat, ugly girl dancing and parading around her fat arms.

After a while, when my eyes were getting used to that horrid image, and my back was now convinced that the kicking was a relaxation device of the seat… my nose started suffering too… a baby had crapped in his pants!!!

And… wait… the worse is yet to come… the mother, too fat an lazy to move decided to change him right there… in the SEAT!!!!... she didn’t go to the bathroom as a normal civil person would.. noooooooooooooo…

So I had to deal with the kids kicking, the fact chick dancing and a couple of rows away the stench of baby poo.

Sniff sniff… three hours of misery.

I hate airplanes… you have nowhere to run, and they have strong policies against murder.

Sigh.

Weird O.o

Nothing really weird happened... in fact something really normal was happening but I got these really weird thoughts... hmmm I guess I was just bored.

I just got my diploma for attending a three days training session about how to "communicate effectively" and stuff like that. I really enjoyed the whole thing and it actually made this work week a little better. The group was formed just by young guys and girls from hersheys (I was the youngest still, but everyone was just like 2 or 3 years older than me)... buuuuuuuut, the instructor was from canada (which I must say was pretty weird by itself because Canadians do tend to freak me out a little), and what really got me thinking was that the guy spoke English throughout the entire training.

I mean... languages are funny. There this bunch of complete different sounds, words, punctuations and whatnot and still they make sense.

And why does that happen? Well... because we humans think in "concepts" and "images" not in words and sounds... probably if someone says "a dog barking", we will immediately imagine a dog barking, we might not necessarily hear in our mind the actual barking, but am sure most of all will just see a dog barking.

But then... theeeeeeen, the real question hit me, How do blind people think? O.o

In sounds? in textures? in feelings?

Creeping Changes

It's funny how life slowly changes… small details that one by one modify that "whole" that we are used to call life, that image of our own life, a reflexion of what we consider to be real, to be normal, and strangely enough of who we consider ourselves to be.

Bear with me… I'll just rant for a while.

Just like the streets on a city and the urban landscape, it slowly changes. The other day as I was driving I start thinking in how much the city has changed in the last 4 years, i mean.. In only 4 years we have all this new constructions that have affected somehow our everyday life, but then I start thinking about how much my life and I have changed. 4 years ago, when I was a youngster of 19 years old I was experiencing one of the most intense days of my life. I had recently broke up with Ireri, and my new relationship with Mariel was just starting, and else there was The Fest. Those were the best days of the Fest, the fellowship was together and we usually got together at least once a week. I didn't had any beard and my hair was short… O.o

A few changes in my life happened and after a couple of years, when I was 21 years old, I was the Victor that, as weird as this may sound, I consider myself to be. I was that layback, shaggy, smiling self. Even today when I have to draw a version of me I always include those elements in that "avatar": beard, shaggy puffy hair, and a smile.

Life continued to happen and I broke up with Mariel, start dating this wonderful girl Melina and got a job. Life, it seemed, was getting a little bit more serious. I had a girlfriend that apparently (just apparently =P) wasn't thaaaaaaat crazy, i liked my job and start earning my own money, which allowed me to be more independent.

And those little changes kept happening. Friends went away, my hair got short again, I stopped writing… and so on.

Now… I just dont understand what happened, or which choices did I take to be in this place in my life, and feel like this.

Right now… for the first time in many years and probably in my life… i dont feel happy.

I know that I have everything that someone needs to be happy… but I just don't feel like smiling as much as I used to do. Going out? Pfffft… even less.

Or maybe this IS life… i really dont want it to be IT. I refuse to believe that things will be like this.

So, how? Why? When?

Long time no see O.o

Lats friday I got the chance to see some of my junior high classmates and friends in a "party". It was strange, at some point of the night awkward but it did have good times.

I saw lots of familiar faces: mike (havent see him in like 7 years), carla (7 years), Paola (3 years), Juan Manuel (3 years), Héctor (5 years), Angel (3 years), etc... and Sarah. We met her in the party, the party was for her and she was really cool. Blanco I were surprised that she had seen Rejected (by Don Hertzfeldt).

Anyways... we talk, catched up, drank some wine, ate hamburguers and smoke shisha...

Good times... I really hope I can see them agian soon (not in years).

**** UPDATE

You know what really surprised me? That everybody remembered these little details about me and the time we spent together. Pablo Pieck remembered that one play in junior high that apparently was a tremendous hit and he were asked to present it in front of the whole school. Hector remembered that one time we spent a whole afternoon walking from tortilla shop to tortilla shop asking how many tortillas were in a kilo. Mike said that I was as stubborn as ever (!?)…

… damn… I can’t seem to remember much about these people, just a few of them were really my FRIENDS (and I do remember a lot of things about them).

… did I just blocked all the memories?

The big guys...

Last Friday I went on a short trip to México city to have a meeting... yes O.o... it's my first time that I fly just to have a meeting and then come back. And it seems that I'll be doing the same next week to Monterrey.

My fellow travelers were none others but my boss and his boss. So I was spent the whole day with them. It was nice talking to them, hearing their advices and getting to know a little something about themselves. Wow... I gotta tell you, those guys have way too much to share, and it's really enlightening to talk to them. I learnt a few things that help me understand better how things work in a company and in life.

However, the coolest part was when we were getting down from the airplane in Mexico city, and I help Jorge (my boss) to carry some of his stuff. When Cesar (Jorge's boss... the BIG boss) saw me he asked why I was carrying that and I reply, as a joke, that I was carrying it to make myself useful in that trip. "Useful?" he asked, "you are here because this is your project, you'll be leading this".

... wow... my project ^-^

A night out

I was sitting in front of the computer at work. Counting the minutes until it was time to punch the clock...until I realized there wasn't really a point of being there, pretending to work if I just wanted to get the heck out of there and be free. I mean time doesn't work, I am the one that works. Right? So if am just wasting time, neither me nor time is being useful so I might as well but some usefulness into time...

... errr... i swear it made more sense when I first thought about it.

Aaaaanyway. I went home early to do what I always do when I have free time: read and play video games, and this time I actually tried to do something different and slept a couple of hours. I am not sure if you can call that sleeping, it was more like dreaming-ish like while sweating profoundly, so it was not as pleasant as a nap its supposed to be. After a while I got up, took a quick shower and went to pick Melina up.

So done that Blanco called to see if we were gonna do something, and after a few calls a quick stop in the gas station and scratching my genitals a couple of times (not that it has anything to do with the story, but I was rather uncomfortable and after a few scratches i felt jollier) the night was planned: we were gonna go to this place called Absinthe where we were supposed to get free entrance and a open bar.

We did get free entrance but the open bar was only for girls, and since myself was not counted among one of them I hadn't any free drinks. The place was crowed, the music was loud and it was impossible to do anything else but dance and pretend that you understood what people was saying.

* sigh * I really dont know why people like to go to clubs. The obnoxious long line to enter the place, the elitist bastards at the entrance and the inability to speak inside... what's the point? But despite that, everybody was obviously having a bad time (because those sort of things you can tell) NO ONE WANTED TO LEAVE. Pfffft... humans.

Sometimes I think genocides are well fundamented.

It was a good night... sort of.