We’ll hang a little sign that just says: Paradise, Population Two

I heard that in a Lisa Ono song yesterday and it made me really happy. Happy enough to smile to myself. Ah, the little things. The song is Pretty World by the way and I'm sure all the sappy romantics will dig it too.

I don't normally listen to songs on the go but because my workplace is so ridiculously far away, I have succumbed, especially when I can't sit down and snooze. Also because I managed to fix an old iPod that my brilliant brother chucked with me after he wrecked the audio outs on the logic board itself. Naturally, since I've gotten it booted and working again, I've been trying to hack it and successfully install ipodlinux. Fancy stuff but—true to the linux experience—troublesome and irritating.

Work is quite a love-hate thing for me right now. It's what I've always sort of dreamed of doing, testing, trying, poking, prodding. But most of the planning and decisions are made by my supervisor. She just tells me what to do and I just do it. Sometimes, she even does all of it instead of letting me try it out. Well of course, sometimes, like weighing simple stuff I get to do it. I know I'm just a dishwasher but the whole dynamic is confusing. She keeps making it seem like "my project", "my reaction", "my sample". I also realize we're just starting out so ... I should give it some time.

So for now I'll be happy with the little things that make my day. And try to remember to enjoy them when I'm swarmed with the bigger ones.