31Oct/05Off
Showing the House Again
This whole “showing the house” thing sucks. Yesterday we had to leave for three hours while our realtor had an Open House, forcing me to go to The Gap with my mom and cry in the dressing room because their clothes are made for stick people. Today, my day is meticulously planned out in order to accomodate work, exercise, showering, and trick-or-treaters. A realtor just left a voicemail claiming she is dropping by between one and three pm to show the house. Which means I have to be exercised, showered, and have the house tidy in one hour. Gotta go.
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October 31st, 2005 - 13:31
Exercised, showered and tidy house in one hour? That kind of hustle makes Maggie want to go right back to bed. I would have grabbed my blanket and crawled under the bed to sleep until the showing was over.
October 31st, 2005 - 13:40
I ended up doing half a workout. 3K on the exercise bike instead of the usual 5-6. My exercise machine uses kilometers instead of miles, which is why I’m being all metric and shit, in case you were wondering. Then a dash to the shower, got dressed and inhaled a bowl of raisin bran. Of course they haven’t come yet and probably won’t until 3:00pm.
But at least that’s all done and I can concentrate on my stupid, stupid job.
October 31st, 2005 - 13:48
That’s always the way.
Your machine is the wave of the future, with the metric. Metric rules! I still remember as a kid when the metric conversion was happening and schools gave out rulers and lots of metric propaganda. There were even ads on tv. I was just starting school then, so they didn’t really need to introduce me to metric since I never knew imperial in the first place.
October 31st, 2005 - 13:59
They tried to teach us metric, but we ignored them. So they gave up. 8-|
October 31st, 2005 - 14:19
I think I would go insane with anger if i rushed rushed rushed for them and then they end up being late. INSANE.
October 31st, 2005 - 14:43
Well, they said between 1 and 3. It’s about a quarter to three and no one has stopped by yet.
Yeah, it pisses me off but sadly I’m getting used to it. Last weekend we got a call from a realtor who was “stopping by in five minutes.” We were still in our pajamas, drinking coffee and watching tv. That sucked.
October 31st, 2005 - 14:59
Yeah, my feet still hurt when I think of the miles instead of kilometers. Historic downtown Mystic was only 2 miles away from my motel. Turned out to be 4 miles. 2 Miles was do-able on foot, that’s “only” about 4 km. 4 miles was worse. And in the end, I walked about 12 miles. My feet still don’t love me. And this story is over a year old.
October 31st, 2005 - 15:01
Oh, this made me laugh. They THREATENED us with the metric. It hung over my head like some measuring doom. Those nuns loved to do that shit. What have we got to show for it? 2-liter bottles of soda.
October 31st, 2005 - 15:13
Damn, Marjon, that sucks. All that walking. Good thing you had new Tevas!
October 31st, 2005 - 16:21
I love the metric. Embrace. Metric makes sense…everything in groups of 10. Imperial is demented…12″ to a foot, 3′ to a yard, 1760 yds to a mile. MAKES NO SENSE. I can’t do that kind of math on the fly.
Metric is awesome also because the names of the increments are clues as to the increments themselves. Millimetre…thousandth of a metre. Centimetre…hundredth of a metre. Kilometre…a thousand metres. Brilliant.
October 31st, 2005 - 17:27
Maggie, I’m with you, I heart metric. We’ve been metric in Oz since I was a kid (so you know, almost a 100 years or something). I understand inches, for obvious reasons, but can’t wrap my head around the rest of the Imperious System.
October 31st, 2005 - 18:49
I know it makes sense and everything but, like, it’s just too hard!
Keep it in the chemistry lab and out of my kitchen.
November 1st, 2005 - 08:28
Michael, that’s what I don’t understand…what’s too hard? Doing conversions or figuring multiples of 10?
Andrew, we use a lot of imperial measurements here still, as well. Particularly for carpentry and food weight measurements. It’s all fudged up because you’ll find fruits and vegetables listed by pounds or kilos, seemingly at the whim of the shop. Meats are usually priced by kilos. All pre-packaged foods declare metric weights, though.
November 1st, 2005 - 10:18
Multiples of 100 are fun and easy. It’s “thinking” in metric that’s hard, at least at this point my life. Effectively, it’s like learning another language.
When somebody says the words “inch”, “foot”, “pound”, or “mile”, I instantly have a conceptual sense of what that is, in the same way that I instantly ken what “red”, “cold”, and “dog” mean. I know a little German, and know that “rot”, “kalt”, and “hund” are the German versions of those words … but I can’t THINK in German. It’s always translation, and that’s a process, and since I’m not living in Germany, I’ll always fall back on English given the choice.
Likewise, at this point in my life, metrics will always be a conversion for me. I hear “kilometer”, and I start doing the math in my head — “5K is 3.2 miles, so 30K is about 20 miles” — and only then do I have a sense of what somebody is saying to me. Because I think in miles, not kilometers. Ditto for Fahrenheit — 60 degrees Celsius means nothing to me until I do the math.
Now if they’d stuck with forcing metrics on us as kids, I’m sure it would be a different story. Just as it would be if I’d been forced to learn another language when I was young. But sadly, that wasn’t the case.
November 1st, 2005 - 13:08
Yeah. What he said.
November 1st, 2005 - 18:54
GB & Michael. Hah! We had it pushed on us and as Maggie says back and forth lbs. and kilos is kind of freeing. Same with celsius. And GB, at 60 degrees celsius you would be a puddle of ooky matter and dried bones, I think.
Plus the obligatory bilingualism in Canadian schools. Fantastique cuz now I speak 3 and almost 4 (with my Living Italian cd) and Japanese next. Oh yes, learning new things when you’re a wee one makes being adaptable so-ooo much easier in later life. Hah.
I’m smirking, actually. Kinda in a french way.
loulou
November 1st, 2005 - 19:30
You mean there’s another way?
I must admit that when traveling, it only takes a few days to absorb the km thing for speed and distances.
Loulou, you’ve shamed me into finally picking up that Mandarin CD again.
November 1st, 2005 - 19:48
I feel kinda geeky, mind you. I clip on that little mike and just chat away in my perfect accento. Gives me false flattery, it does.
Mandarin, eh? I can only say “Good Morning” and “How are you?” and “Please” and “Thank-you” in well, it’s either Mandarin or Cantonese, one of those. Oh yeah, that’ll get me by. I’ll smile and beg. And say “thank- you”.
The usual.
loulou