Elation

I'm so happy.I can finally taste it. It's here. My last day of work. Just 8 more hours left, then I'm off for two weeks. *Manic Laughter*.

When you start being able to taste intangible things like happiness, then there's only two explanations as to what is wrong with you. You've either gone crazy or experiencing an extreme bout of euphoria. There's a fine line between the two, but there is a difference. I'm elated. Besides the couple of days I had off last month, I haven't had a proper break in close to two years. I'm counting down the minutes...

I had a random night of fun last night. "Random" is such a random word to use, but it's the only word I can use to describe it. After the most boring Body Corporate meeting ever, I decided to go do a few laps in the pool at the gym. Upon my return, I bumped into one of neighbours Alejandro, a native to Margarita Island just off the coast of Venezuela. His girlfriend, Desi had just arrived off the plane from London and he suggested we all go to Karma to enjoy a night of Latin American dancing (apparently this happens every Thursday night...I never knew this).

Let me clarify, I can't do the salsa or samba; so going with someone who is actually from Latin America was going to be an education. At the venue, I discovered that there is a micro community of Brazilians, Phillipinos and other internationals living in Cape Town. What a weird experience, I was in my own town, but felt like I was in another part of the world.

Everyone was so welcoming, offering me to sit with them, sharing their drinks, trying to accommodate me, teaching me to samba and showing me a good time. I think it's got something to do with the way I look. But foreigners often think that I'm also from out of town and always seem to be interested as to how I ended up in South Africa too. More often than not, they're really eager to show me the ropes...in my own city! It's weird but I really enjoy it, it opens my eyes and I see how other people experience Cape Town; when this happens, I begin to really appreciate what an amazing place I live in.

What a great evening. Now, if only the clock would just hurry up...

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th! I’ve never been a superstitious kind of guy…until today! Somehow everything that could possibly go wrong at work did. To spare you from the boring details I had to deploy an application to a client site, but it was impossible to get right due to the corporate red tape that is associated to big companies .

The gist of my problem was, I was not allowed to log on to a PC that was sitting right next to me, but instead had to phone some dude, who is located offsite i.e. not in the same building and ask him to remote terminal service into the PC and do the deploy for me. To add to it we encountered some problems with the PC which we could have changed there and then, but because of all corporate bureaucracy. I would have had to get about 10 documents signed by higher powers, to authorize the changes ARGGGGGGG! (Some of the IT jargon has been simplified for the sake of understandability).

Anyways also had some code issues from the team in India, so had to stay in late, to finish up some work. Was supposed to go to some party with Infected Mushrooms(?) Mate! I don’t have a clue who they are, I think they could be some Trance act from Israel? But Xav, Action Dan, Sabine and the rest were going so it would have been stellar!

Oh well I suppose it could have been worse…I could have been stabbed by the two guys having a brawl outside my office as I left…

Last night however was great, a group of us decided to check out Jade for a Thursday evening out on the town, also we wanted to celebrate Sabine’s new found freedom as she finished the last exam of her University career. I always enjoy going out more when I have some great company, especially when the company is a bevy of beautiful women! Jade is surprisingly busy on Thurday evenings…considering the fact that it is a school night, but I suppose I can’t pass judgment since I was there too.

Hip hop seemed to be the flavour of the evening, and the other Kast sister (Sabine and Stef’s mom, who could pass off as their sister), Ingrid showed us how it’s done on the dance floor. I flail around like a fish out of water, but at least I try…I think I’m just lucky that I have a little bit of timing from playing guitar and skip rope jumping so I don’t appear to be a complete retard…or do I? Someone would tell me if I did right? Cos seriously it ain’t cool to let a brother hang like that.