Oh man...
Wednesday
I can't even remember what I did at work, that's probably a good thing. I hung out at Powell's Technical for a long while looking at Architecture books and freaking out, thinking: "What!? How am I supposed to read all of these books, I can't even read one! I have to read all of these books to become an architect." Then I realized that I don't have to read all of them. And that was good.
I took the streetcar from NW to Powell's and then walked back--a good 30 blocks or so. It was good, but I was ready for my 7-up when I got it. Andrea and I spent waaaaay too much time talking: I ended up dropping her off at her car at midnight, which was about half an hour after I should've been in bed. Needless to say, waking up Thursday morning was like trying to staple diarrhea to the wall.
That afternoon, I was done with work, so I decided to draw up a paddle on the water jet, thinking that I could at least get a prototype out there to see if the concept is feasable to make on a larger scale. I drew it up fine, I had the metal in the machine and clamped down. I get a couple calls saying for me to close it up as we're going home now (It was approaching 4:30). Anyway, I try to fire it up, it was only supposed to take 2 minutes to cut, but it ended up messing up the nozzle. This flustered me for the whole evening, because I thought that this is my karma for trying to do something I wasn't supposed to. It was on my mind that night, and even was in my dreams!
So anyway, I go in Friday morning, hoping to catch Vinny before he fires it up, and I do. I explain that I cut all the parts necessary for the last legitimate cut, but I was spacing out, and didn't stop the machine, so I was just finishing out this one plate. Anyway, he said that it was just clogged up because the material was too close to the nozzle, so the abrasive (ground up rubies!) didn't have anywhere to go and clogged stuff up.
Phew.
I ended up re-doing[/i[ the same shit I did on Tuesday because someone messed up the shipping and sent item A to place B and item B to place A. This was frustrating for the first hour, but then it was okay--I realized I was still getting paid for it, so no skin of my bank-account for that, nor any hits on my pride for messing something up. I also got to do another workout for my forearms and triceps.
I think I want to do more working out using my own body weight as the resistance. lifting weights seems silly, when it's just one's body that's usually the resistance in normal day-to-day life.
I also saw the last of my huuuge 60 pad order be freighted out this afternoon. This job consumed me for the last three weeks. I would do five a day or so, and it was my old staple were I to run out of stuff to do. Now I just mill around and strip glue off the table.
The Brothers Grimm was jus okay.
I don't want a 2006.5 VW GTi any more... I don't think so. I want a 2006.5 VW Golf TDi, because it's more economical, and I think diesels are cool--45mpg and you can run them off french fry oil. I also don't think I need a fast car right now. I need a people hauler. This means that I'm probably not going to end up with a new Golf, but something a bit older, more affordable, and more WRX Wagon shaped.
Ariel called me "The Charles Dickens of emails" today.
Wednesday
I can't even remember what I did at work, that's probably a good thing. I hung out at Powell's Technical for a long while looking at Architecture books and freaking out, thinking: "What!? How am I supposed to read all of these books, I can't even read one! I have to read all of these books to become an architect." Then I realized that I don't have to read all of them. And that was good.
I took the streetcar from NW to Powell's and then walked back--a good 30 blocks or so. It was good, but I was ready for my 7-up when I got it. Andrea and I spent waaaaay too much time talking: I ended up dropping her off at her car at midnight, which was about half an hour after I should've been in bed. Needless to say, waking up Thursday morning was like trying to staple diarrhea to the wall.
That afternoon, I was done with work, so I decided to draw up a paddle on the water jet, thinking that I could at least get a prototype out there to see if the concept is feasable to make on a larger scale. I drew it up fine, I had the metal in the machine and clamped down. I get a couple calls saying for me to close it up as we're going home now (It was approaching 4:30). Anyway, I try to fire it up, it was only supposed to take 2 minutes to cut, but it ended up messing up the nozzle. This flustered me for the whole evening, because I thought that this is my karma for trying to do something I wasn't supposed to. It was on my mind that night, and even was in my dreams!
So anyway, I go in Friday morning, hoping to catch Vinny before he fires it up, and I do. I explain that I cut all the parts necessary for the last legitimate cut, but I was spacing out, and didn't stop the machine, so I was just finishing out this one plate. Anyway, he said that it was just clogged up because the material was too close to the nozzle, so the abrasive (ground up rubies!) didn't have anywhere to go and clogged stuff up.
Phew.
I ended up re-doing[/i[ the same shit I did on Tuesday because someone messed up the shipping and sent item A to place B and item B to place A. This was frustrating for the first hour, but then it was okay--I realized I was still getting paid for it, so no skin of my bank-account for that, nor any hits on my pride for messing something up. I also got to do another workout for my forearms and triceps.
I think I want to do more working out using my own body weight as the resistance. lifting weights seems silly, when it's just one's body that's usually the resistance in normal day-to-day life.
I also saw the last of my huuuge 60 pad order be freighted out this afternoon. This job consumed me for the last three weeks. I would do five a day or so, and it was my old staple were I to run out of stuff to do. Now I just mill around and strip glue off the table.
The Brothers Grimm was jus okay.
I don't want a 2006.5 VW GTi any more... I don't think so. I want a 2006.5 VW Golf TDi, because it's more economical, and I think diesels are cool--45mpg and you can run them off french fry oil. I also don't think I need a fast car right now. I need a people hauler. This means that I'm probably not going to end up with a new Golf, but something a bit older, more affordable, and more WRX Wagon shaped.
Ariel called me "The Charles Dickens of emails" today.
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you bastahd!
If I told you how good it felt to have his name scraped off my chest with that inky set of needles, and how the artist let it hurt for 20 minutes before he tenderly cleaned me up and wrapped up the work, then didn't let you see... it would be the same kind of torture.