Success !
If my goal had been to make myself physically and mentally exhausted, lose 10 pounds, alter my natural sleep patterns, and suppress all desires, then one could say I had indeed succeeded. In the past 30 days, I've worked every day, and my logbook shows 354 hours worked. I'm shattered, but quite intact, and it's a feeling I generally enjoy and savor.
The old saw, a crisis on your part does not necessarily constitute a emergency on my part, is a sentiment I generally ignore. There is nothing better to sink my teeth into than someone else's crisis. People call me when the train has left the tracks, and this really gets my juices flowing. Alleged professional managers do some horrendously stupid things, and I have sort of made a career of fixing (or attempting to fix) the mistakes, poor planning, miscalculations, and general cretinous acts of suave people who look good in suits. I ride into town, all in black, and start killing (I wish).
I like to bet on myself, that I can make a difference, to fix someone's problem. Sometimes I win, and in this recent project, everyone has been smiling the last few days. Even the person who was originally fingered as the "big problem" has been friendly, so in fact nobody died, the catastrophe was averted, and the ship will sail off into the sunset. Well, one casualty. The company's site manager was reportedly rushed to hospital for severe stomach bleeding, and promptly sent home to Finland. Coincidentally, this was the day after I submitted an invoice, which gives me a good laugh. Hired killer strikes with a humane touch.
Life is fun. I just need sleep, and some quality time in an aqua tapas bar, watching the noon sun slink across the terra cotta floor.
080604 Edit: Got to my favorite tapas bar last night, with my friends in London, and we watched the sun setting over the rim of many glasses of wine. Great time, relaxed, almost restored, pretty damn happy.
If my goal had been to make myself physically and mentally exhausted, lose 10 pounds, alter my natural sleep patterns, and suppress all desires, then one could say I had indeed succeeded. In the past 30 days, I've worked every day, and my logbook shows 354 hours worked. I'm shattered, but quite intact, and it's a feeling I generally enjoy and savor.
The old saw, a crisis on your part does not necessarily constitute a emergency on my part, is a sentiment I generally ignore. There is nothing better to sink my teeth into than someone else's crisis. People call me when the train has left the tracks, and this really gets my juices flowing. Alleged professional managers do some horrendously stupid things, and I have sort of made a career of fixing (or attempting to fix) the mistakes, poor planning, miscalculations, and general cretinous acts of suave people who look good in suits. I ride into town, all in black, and start killing (I wish).
I like to bet on myself, that I can make a difference, to fix someone's problem. Sometimes I win, and in this recent project, everyone has been smiling the last few days. Even the person who was originally fingered as the "big problem" has been friendly, so in fact nobody died, the catastrophe was averted, and the ship will sail off into the sunset. Well, one casualty. The company's site manager was reportedly rushed to hospital for severe stomach bleeding, and promptly sent home to Finland. Coincidentally, this was the day after I submitted an invoice, which gives me a good laugh. Hired killer strikes with a humane touch.
Life is fun. I just need sleep, and some quality time in an aqua tapas bar, watching the noon sun slink across the terra cotta floor.
080604 Edit: Got to my favorite tapas bar last night, with my friends in London, and we watched the sun setting over the rim of many glasses of wine. Great time, relaxed, almost restored, pretty damn happy.
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Geesh Now I know who to cal when I need help ot of a bind.
'I gots Peoples"
Thanks for the B-day Cake
Gosh you Shouldnt have!
Hope it was good
Will write when its not 3 am
Have to wake early tomorrow and I am on tokyo time.
Must make myself sleep
0-yasumi nasai
( good night)
and being able to appreciate them
Not bustling off with papergoods under my arm fighting off the invitable pulp it could become. layers of tracing paper sketches and drafts rolled and Protected for a spinkle at best. Then the build and fullness of a mighty good rain and a full out umbrella just left there by the train.(really) A look and a dart and its soon aloft, prividing dryness in just one little spot. Finally home to the roof to watch it full on. Electricity flashes I am drenched to the bone, more flashes and shivers, with thundering booms, then as quick as it came the whole thing is gone
Yes pictures pictures pictures
Hope you brushed your teeth after all that cake