Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Actually, it was very unusual for me to eat breakfast at a cafe, but I really HAD TO on that day.
This photo was taken about 10 days ago, when I was almost stressed out to death. Why? Because it was just a few days before a big, huge and important deadline in our work, and we still had a lot to do then. I don't remember how much I had told you in my previous posts, but I now work for the secretariat section of local "geopark promotion committee" which is applying for a member status of a global network. The application dossier was due at the end of November, and I was translating the Japanese dossier into English.
It was a real hard work, but that was not because I had to translate some scientific sections on geology. It was indeed challenging, but exciting in a sense, with a lot of new discoveries. I didn't mind learning a lot about the great geologic value of my own hometown. But what was really terrible was that the Japanese draft went through TOO many changes until the VERY LAST MINUTE, even after my translation was sent to proofreaders. So I had to look for some additional proofreaders. It was already a patchwork job then, but as if it was not enough, in the last week before the deadline, almost all the proofreaders got sick. And STILL my colleagues were making some changes on the Japanese draft.
Meanwhile, mom came home in mid November after her several months of hospital stay. She was originally going to stay at her sister's house, but after staying there only one night, mom came back to us, saying that she wanted to help me. She had an artificial foot from the hospital for temporary use, which she didn't like very much and avoided wearing as much as possible. Now, I really appreciated her willingness to help with cooking, but I was almost yelling at her when she was about to hop around on one leg with a big pot with hot broth inside in her hands. In a sense, her presence was a stressor rather than a help, and dad was still hypochondriac -- more than ever.
So, the last Sunday in November, I was really, really on the edge and about to burst. Then I heard a voice -- an inner voice -- telling me to drive up to the top of the cape to see the beautiful, boundless sky and the ocean, and have a nice breakfast at a cozy cafe. So that's what I did.
The application dossier? It was submitted in time. I didn't have time to give it a final check, and the translation turned out to be something I cannot be proud of. It did not have terrible mistranslation or anything, but definitely had enough typos to make it look unprofessional. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! But yes, at least, we made it.
Nevertheless, I -- we are not feeling on top of the world. The submission of the application was a big challenge, which was just a beginning of forthcoming series of, endless challenges. And sometimes I can't help wondering if it was a right choice to start this whole thing in the first place....
Well, I guess I need a nice breakfast like this again this weekend. :)