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[Dec. 4th, 2008|07:23 am] |
2008 December 3
Was shown last night to my 15th floor Ikea apartment. Nice place. Great view. These minimally furnished tasteful living spaces both seduce and annoy me. They're essentially upscale-zoo-style living/breeding kennels for humans. Oh well, what isn't?
They left after, at my insistence, the internet was sorted out. Then I slept hard.
Woke up, thought, "Uh oh, I'm in MalAYsia."
I have a key ring with 11 keys on it, and a padlock. The padlock is for the door's outer gate. I'm not going to use the padlock when I'm home. I don't like the idea of my egress depending upon a key. I don't know what the other 9 keys are for.
Got out, wandered the block nearest the apt. I realized, huh, I didn't drink any water last night, nor this morning, and it's 80+ degrees. I felt fine, but my nagbrain insisted I get some water at the 7-11. After the first few sips, I started to sweat. Good body, thank you desert people!
Found some rice & fried things for breakfast. $3rm.
  
Hot weather places have an effortless pragmatism about them. No real hurry to fix the roof. The bars on the doors, however, do need to dissuade the occasional H. desperatus or H. defectus. City life.
Found a couple of taxis near the small air conditioned mall, showed one of them a google printout for where Altera's office is. Two cabbies engaged in rapid Hokkien dialog trying parse it. Sounded like this: ........uturn............uturn............uturn. "Yes, U-turn at the end of the road," I said helpfully. $40rm.
Work is just like work. They had a cube and computer for me, and even a local telephone extension. I'm gridded in.
Jimmy took me around to meet the crew, including a few familiar folk and many new ones. Mostly new college grads, a couple of more experienced engineers, and definitely nobody old and grizzled like me. Off in a distant corner were two of the documentation women. One was wearing her muslim hood, Pleased to meet you, the other whose name was something like Raveshmedina split the air with her smile and stunned me with her serpentine handshake, Pleased to meet you.
I staggered off, and was shipped off to lunch in someone's car, $9rm. I guess nobody likes the current temporary cafeteria which is on the roof of the parking structure, while they expand the old one. Building 3 opens next month, and they will have more Human Work Units to fuel.
More work, then pulled a card out of my wallet, which I've been carrying for 18 months, and dialed. Hey, Joseph Lim? Hi! This is (me) you drove me around last year, you still driving? Oh ya, yah, I still drive, its my chob, you know, ok, I come get you. Joseph is totally The Taxi Guy, providing humorous interludes between major plot points.
Walked over to Gurney Drive, which has a b'zillion food stalls, had curry mee & kiwi juice, $4.50rm.
Oh, yeah, about money. $4.50 sounds like a pretty cheap (and perfectly delicious) dinner, right? $3.50rm = $1us.
Oops, it was $5.50rm, I forgot about the slice of pineapple for dessert.
Wrote most of the above, watched 3 minutes of Galactica, passed out. Good morning! |
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