Forgot to post this a while back. Unedited, and might not make sense. Oh well...
Life's been a steady mix of everything. Ups and downs riddled through my intercultural petri dish of a life.
Work, nothing but reports. Translating is boring. Market reports on US and Turkey, but no motivation to do it, leading to very sporadic bursts of actual work.
Sliced my pinky open cutting (never happens, but no one's perfect...). Headed to the ER the next day to get it checked out. German Hospitals make US Hospitals look/feel like a fucking joke. It was a totally stress free experience. No wait to get helped, paper work done in 5 minutes, someone called me from the wait bench in another 5, and I was in and out in the span of a half hour. That included getting my finger taped together, and having a delightful conversation with the older doctor about a ton of stuff. Politics, his time in the US, the potential of connecting a small wind turbine to the pump on his geothermal heating system at his vacation house, just delightful. And it was nice that I could keep up with the convo!
I used to not be a very social person. I had my people, but outside of that, it was a wash. Well, that has definitely changed over the last 5-10 years (holy shit I feel old that I can look back on that amount of time and recognize such differences in myself).
This past week I've discovered something that I find really frustrating, and somewhat hurtful. It really gets to me when I lose contact with people, namely when they provide no response to me. It's absolutely irritating. I'm finding out how much value I put on timely communication, and not getting that from someone else really eats at me and hurts me.
Original Publish Date: April 25th, 2014