In Other Words

Squashed

I played squash yesterday, for the first time. Well, that isn’t exactly true, but the other time I did it I didn’t really manage to actually return a ball. I was twelve at the time, or somewhere close to that, and I went with my dad. It went horrible and my dad got annoyed, so it went even worse after that. I imagine we’ve all experienced something similar.

Anyway, yesterday it went a whole lot better. I played with Ken and actually managed to get somewhere. Sure, he won all the games, but at least I got him running, sweating and breathing heavily. You’ve got to take solace where you can. Giving a seasoned player a run for their money on your first try has to be worth something, right?

Today everything hurts. It was al right in the morning, but when we went running around town to get Liana to meet the editor of the Box I started feeling pretty damn sore. It’s weird how some sports get you using muscles that you never knew you had. I’ve got muscle aces in places that I thought were just bones!

Hell my muscle ache has muscle aches from aching so hard.

I didn’t manage to run around very long, as a result. We wanted to go visit another place that was looking for people, but Banana superhero girl took pity on my misery and decided that we should go home. It didn’t take much persuasion on her part to get me to admit defeat. Feel a little bit guilty about it now, though. We’re supposed to have work by the end of this week and, well, it’s end of the week and, you guessed it, we don’t have work.

The little bits we’re managing to do here and there are not adding up to enough to survive on. Yeah we’re starting to get into real trouble. Things are still looking decent, though. Lot’s of people have shown interest. Now we just need to get one to bite. Bite you slow bastards! So close, yet so far.

Every time the phone rings my heart makes a little jump, because that could be it. That could be somebody calling to invite us to a second interview, or even better to invite one of us to join their company. We’ll get there, I still feel confident that we’ll get there. We don’t have a choice, we can’t afford not to.

You don’t always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need (can’t remember what song that’s from).

posted by Symbol @ 13.1.05