I was up way early this morning for the first day of a four-day Spanish immersion course.  It’s not going as easily as I had thought — I was told that since I took 7 years of French, Spanish would be an easy switch to make and I’d be able to pick it up quickly because the two languages are similar.  It’s actually working against me, since the verb-conjugation and some of the words are so similar that I’m getting them mixed up because there’s subtle differences and I’m using the French version instead of the Spanish version.  Oops!  But so far, my French background has served to help me, because I can understand enough Spanish to get by when I hear or read it… it’s speaking it that I have issues with.  Basically, I’m good with the input, it’s the output where I have problems.

On a completely unrelated topic, I got a new bed this week — one of those Temperpedic dealies.  Dear Lord, I love sleeping on this thing.  I was fairly annoyed though; I took Wednesday morning off to wait for them to deliver the bed and frame, only to be told Wednesday morning by the warehouse that they slated me for delivery between 1-5pm, and by the time I found out, it was too late for me to go into work for a couple hours and then turn around and come home, so I had to extend it to a full day at home.  The salt was poured into my wounds when the delivery guys showed up with mattress and boxspring… but no frame.  After a few calls to the store that I bought from, I was finally told that the frame was on back-order, and I wouldn’t get it for another 3-4 weeks.  I’m sorry, 3-4 weeks?  I’m astonished that through all of this, no one bothered to tell me anything until the guys actually showed up at my door.  Customer service really is nonexistent these days, isn’t it?