Well, I just committed my first piece of work into the repository. I even got a little bit into the branch. Not a huge contribution, mind you, but a contribution nontheless. The postman delivered a little pink card indicating that a package was waiting, sender JJAPAN. My guess is that my sweet Eriko sent me something rather than the country but I guess I won’t know until I pick it up.
I called my sweet Eriko this morning, at about 3:30 AM (8:30 in Nagoya). It was wonderful to hear her voice, but it was a difficult phone call. She told me she sees everything in life negatively right now. I tried to comfort her, to cheer her up, but I don’t feel as if I was successful. I know a hug would have worked wonders, but how can I embrace her with words?
Alex and I went out for food at India Bistro in Ballard tonight. It was delicious and I am tired. Something about Indian food… I feel stoned. ;P I switch cubes with Joe on Friday and will start as a developer on Monday. I’m ready. With the way I’m feeling right now (zzz) I doubt I will call Eriko tomorrow morning. Looks like Friday morning. X)
Today I have been given a great opportunity – to interview for a software development position with Isilon. I had one interview so far and I think it went pretty good. Not perfect, but good. I have another at 4 and yet another at 5. I was scheduled for another at noon or 3 – but I’m not sure whether that will happen. Eriko has been very busy – she has no time to email me – but I can always feel her love.
Through the rain, with my black cap on and an old briefcase in my hand, I trudged to the post office; I placed a manilla envelope, the culmination of several months of work, into the hands of the US postal service; now I wait to hear whether I am accepted into the UW Professional Master’s Program. Eriko is now an aunt, twice-over, with the birth of Sakura – her brother’s daughter.
