This morning, Saskia called to give me some bad news: the electric bass I had asked a friend to help fix was robbed out of his car last night, along with the guitar effect in the same bag, and his iPod. To this minute, I still don't know how to react to that news, considering that the bass came along with quite an effort. But on the fringes of my mind, I feel sad...
But I had to block it out for the day. There was a lot happening at work, lots of details, meetings and deadlines to meet. So I put it aside for the day...
In the meantime, the office was running a contest to send a winner overseas; but many complications came out of the project, a lot of them unforseen, but a lot of basic elements caused it, as the program was a bit forced from the start by my superiors. I don't want to play the blame game, but I'm pretty sure that somebody will. I feel sorry for Eja; she took the brunt of the problems and confided in me, where I should be helping her. I don't know if I helped enough, and I don't think she got enough support from elsewhere, frankly. Save your ass to save it another day, I guess.
I'll see if I can work out the problems tomorrow, as it is only tomorrow we can work it out.
Meanwhile, the fact about the lost electric bass still remains in its box, untouched...
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