May 8, 1997
"Mr. Tinkertrain..."
Zach Wylde...if you know who that is...no explanation is necessary. If you don't...no explanation will suffice.
Man, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were hellish. I didn't get enough sleep the nights before and sleptwalked my way through those days. Yesterday I found myself at work attempting to move things with the mouse and deleting them and not knowing what I was doing I was so asleep. Got a nap yesterday afternoon and only five hours sleep last night but I felt okay today. I still seem to lose it in meetings over an hour long but at least I don't nod into my coffee or poke my eye out with a pencil.
Got home today and Colette was out shopping. I got to get online and answer the mail and surf a goodly while. I hadn't been offline a minute or two when she called and asked me to come get her. I thought that she might have been trying to get through but we were perfectly in sync. It was a beautiful day today and almost took the roof off. Almost. We need to drive to Bellingham or Mt. Vernon with the top off and enjoy the spring heat and sun. It looks like we'll get a nice weekend this time.
We had a kind of rough night Tuesday due to my being tired and the TV. I hate that thing. I can't sleep when it is on and she likes to stay up late watching it. In a studio, that can be a problem. I let it all get to me and got grouchy and she got defensive and then I got defensive and she got grouchy and pretty soon it had reached the point of being too much to keep up. All over a TV and programs. TV's are the shit of the Evil One. The way that people stare into them for hours on end raptly, while their brains leak out and they get that stoned, glazed look of contentment while drool drips out of their mouths is too creepy. Kill your TV.
When we move (soon oh God, please...soon) she can watch it in the living room and I can sleep in dark and quiet. I refuse to learn how to sleep with the light and noise on. "Friends" (Aacch! Ptooh!) is on as I type and I am glad I am staring at this blinding display, a Miller Genuine Draft by my right hand and Ozzie playing at levels that make blood pour out my ears. Life is good.
I got a new assignment at work. Scheduling Test, Certification and Validation for our model. This is good. A very large job for one person and what I was doing for the 747-500/-600 when they cancelled it. A really toothsome coordination problem. My brother the mainframe wizard says we have our own language. Right. Like COBOL coders are like these totally normal people you meet everywhere who speak like everyone else. I'm sure.
Anyway, the light these days is really great. It is daylight by about 5.30A and at 8.20P it is still light. This is great! I have waited for this for a long time. I'm glad I lived this long. The sunlight in the atrium in our building is fantastic. I get up and walk around it with my face to the skylight like a flower. You can almost feel the sun sinking into your brain and drying it out.
Colette is now folding sheets and tidying up. What a sweetie. She made taco's tonight and I slept through it. I had told her I didn't want any anyway. I woke up and had crunchy Chee-Tos and then half a pint of Strawberry Yogurt. Now a beer. I still can't figure out why my stomach is having problems lately.
Tomorrow is Friday and I am so glad. My first week back at 100% time. Not that it's been that tough work wise but I'll be glad when I'm at 4 ten's soon. Having Friday's off can be addictive. Only takes two to convince you. By the time Sunday rolls around, I can barely remember my name.
<RANT> What is it with voice mail? The type we have at work only alerts you when you pick up the receiver. You don't know if you have mail if you don't make a call. When I've been away at a meeting, I come back, get coffee, go the bathroom, and settle in for some real brain work. I rarely make calls. Everything I need to do is better done by email. So then you pick up the phone at 2.35 and find you have ten messages! I suppose I could get in the habit of checking but that is something I'd rather not do. I have enough habits already. I wish they would bring back the blinking lights or desktop answering machines. Something you have control over. Or allow you to access you voice mail from the mainframe (or whatever it is stored on) by computer. At least we could use the mini-jacks in our monitors for something. </RANT>
My wrist is really killing me now. Either we are in for a goose-drownder or I have screwed up myself yet again.
Later.
Be Joyous!
Drew
<Dealing with a sore arm and wrist...can you spell Carpal Tunnel?>
"So come along and play my game..."
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