I spend a lot of time in my co-worker’s cubes chatting because I don’t have the patience to calmly wait for my computer to finish doing whatever it’s doing. Today I spent an extraordinary amount of time in one guy’s cube because I’m a little better at SQL than he is (the blind leading the blind, as it were). I knew SOMEBODY would make a comment, and it was our manager. I fixed the SQL problem, too.

I went out to dinner with my buddy Il. It was his 42nd birthday and when I told my mom, she said it was a big deal in Japan and my grandfather had a geisha and a big party for his 42nd birthday. So I had to run around trying to find Korean people to see if Koreans did anything special for their 42nd birthday. Turns out they all said no, and my friend Sun even said, “No, it’s just something you sick Japanese people do.” I decided that I’d give into my Imperialistic tendencies and bought his a special DVD at a special store. We’ll see if it’s as good as it’s supposed to be.

Oh, and they finally heard the sound at Pella and they finally came out to look at the window rather than telling me to try things. The blew on some sort of cover the electric company put over the power lines with a compressor and decided that’s what’s making the noise. The cover was some safety equipment Pella made the electrical company use before work started on the window. Let’s hope they’re right and that’s what it was.