Ahh, so much to do, so little time. I just figured out that I'm getting worked over in multiple ways. At least one of them is by my own doing, so I guess it's not all bad. I hit the trails Wednesday night for some snowy fun. Almost 20 miles in a couple hours was more than enough for this guy. At least I had some good company with Conlon, Govner, Jed, and Cam at various points. I did get to lay the only set of tracks through Rhythm which was pretty cool. Going down trying to cross an icy log in Squirrel's next- not so cool. Nothing hurt though, so I kept on trucking. Everything went pretty well until I rode the levee back to the shop. Damn, that was the final nail in the coffin as it was work pushing through even though there were a couple tracks all ready there.
Now for the really big worked over part. Work is going to suck for the next few months again. I was just breathing easy after my casino was done (they even opened up yesterday). My boss waffled a bit in handing out the next casino between myself and another co-worker. Well, she ended up being too busy so I got it handed to me roughly 2-3 weeks later that I should have. We're still putting together our shop drawings, but I all ready had to go to site to take measurements so we can start building things. What does this all mean?! Yup, I'm back to evenings and weekends at work for the foreseeable future. Color me less than excited.
Now for the question on whether or not I'll get worked over at the company Christmas party tonight. Typically our bonuses are handed out a day or two before Christmas, but with this being the official party, I'm wondering if they'll be handed out tonight. I'm guessing not, but it would be cool if they did. Here's hoping.
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Friday, December 12, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
It's better than the alternative
I can't count how many times I've heard this saying lately. I wonder if it's just coming back around as a fad or if it's becuase people don't want to say that it sucks to be you, or what. While I think there's definitely some truth to the fact that it's better to be busy and gainfully employed, I think there's such a thing as being too damn busy.
I've been briefly unemployed. While I like to say it was a mutual parting of ways, the truth was I was fired. I was actually releived to be rid of that job though so I guess that might not be the greatest of examples. However, the circumstances I faced were still the same as most anyone else, I had a house to pay for, a car with a note, various other things to support like eating, and just had life to deal with. Funny, I had a new job in less than a week and even though it was temporary until I could find something that was really more towards my final plan, it was work and I had a paycheck coming in.
I guess I really don't have a point other than if I hear one more time that it's better than the alternative, I might just fucking scream. In case you can't tell, today has sucked pretty much from the time the phone started ringing this morning.
I've been briefly unemployed. While I like to say it was a mutual parting of ways, the truth was I was fired. I was actually releived to be rid of that job though so I guess that might not be the greatest of examples. However, the circumstances I faced were still the same as most anyone else, I had a house to pay for, a car with a note, various other things to support like eating, and just had life to deal with. Funny, I had a new job in less than a week and even though it was temporary until I could find something that was really more towards my final plan, it was work and I had a paycheck coming in.
I guess I really don't have a point other than if I hear one more time that it's better than the alternative, I might just fucking scream. In case you can't tell, today has sucked pretty much from the time the phone started ringing this morning.
Monday, July 28, 2008
It could've sucked more
The weekend wasn't total junk. For sure working both days and realizing I'll have roughly 12 days in a row without a complete day off definitely sucks. However, it was definitely tempered by some good times Saturday evening and Sunday.
We broke out the tandem and used it just like we'd always intended. We loaded up everyone and everything at the house and put the road train on the road. The plan was to hit Waterworks park and do a nice little picnic dinner and feed some old ass bread to the geese.
I know, I know, there are signs all over the park not to feed the geese, but how could you possibly deny such a sweet little 2 year old?!
We even took a picture of our goofy selves. Heh, the pain wasn't there yet as it's pretty much all downhill to the park...
The suffering began on the way home as we rode back through McRea park which is home to a nice 7-11% grade hill that rises about 100' total. We had 1 gear left as we grunted to the top. Not too shabby for hauling a loaded trailer and having a stoker with under 100 miles this year.
Sunday I was back for more at work. At least this time i only put in about 4 hours, but the office was completely void of life so I got even more work done. I think I can see a pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel so I'm hoping it keeps growing. I've got a pretty buried week trying to start this job moving forward with less lurching and stopping than has been going on. I headed out at noon so I could get time to mow before Corley went down for a nap. The poor yard had been neglected for just about 3 weeks and was in major need of a haircut. I ended up raising the deck all the way up just to get it mowed. Of course it doesn't help when the mower isn't running quite right either...
Sunday afternoon was me and the little one once she woke up. We spent a good half hour snuggling with her sleeping on my chest. Man, I miss that! We hauled a huge load of cans and bottles down to turn in using the Bianchi and her trailer. The sky was turning pretty ugly as we left home so we beat feet down there and back. A couple blocks from home the sprinkling started, but we managed to stay mostly dry. Much to my dismay and Corley's anguish, the parks were now out of the afternoon plans. We made the best of it playing inside and watching the rain come down in sheets.
On to the start of another busy week. I start my motorcycle class this week so I can hopefully get my actual motorcycle license and be legal to ride the scooter. Shhh, don't tell anyone! We've got balloons on Wednesday, friends all weekend, and possibly a mountain bike race on Sunday. Jam packed I tell ya.
We broke out the tandem and used it just like we'd always intended. We loaded up everyone and everything at the house and put the road train on the road. The plan was to hit Waterworks park and do a nice little picnic dinner and feed some old ass bread to the geese.
I know, I know, there are signs all over the park not to feed the geese, but how could you possibly deny such a sweet little 2 year old?!
We even took a picture of our goofy selves. Heh, the pain wasn't there yet as it's pretty much all downhill to the park...
The suffering began on the way home as we rode back through McRea park which is home to a nice 7-11% grade hill that rises about 100' total. We had 1 gear left as we grunted to the top. Not too shabby for hauling a loaded trailer and having a stoker with under 100 miles this year.
Sunday I was back for more at work. At least this time i only put in about 4 hours, but the office was completely void of life so I got even more work done. I think I can see a pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel so I'm hoping it keeps growing. I've got a pretty buried week trying to start this job moving forward with less lurching and stopping than has been going on. I headed out at noon so I could get time to mow before Corley went down for a nap. The poor yard had been neglected for just about 3 weeks and was in major need of a haircut. I ended up raising the deck all the way up just to get it mowed. Of course it doesn't help when the mower isn't running quite right either...
Sunday afternoon was me and the little one once she woke up. We spent a good half hour snuggling with her sleeping on my chest. Man, I miss that! We hauled a huge load of cans and bottles down to turn in using the Bianchi and her trailer. The sky was turning pretty ugly as we left home so we beat feet down there and back. A couple blocks from home the sprinkling started, but we managed to stay mostly dry. Much to my dismay and Corley's anguish, the parks were now out of the afternoon plans. We made the best of it playing inside and watching the rain come down in sheets.
On to the start of another busy week. I start my motorcycle class this week so I can hopefully get my actual motorcycle license and be legal to ride the scooter. Shhh, don't tell anyone! We've got balloons on Wednesday, friends all weekend, and possibly a mountain bike race on Sunday. Jam packed I tell ya.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Plop Plop fizz fizz
Man what a week. The bad news is things will probably increase in intensity for at least another month before the bottom starts to drop out. I sit here at work on a Saturday knowing full well I'll not be able to complete as much as I need to today, so I'll be in tomorrow as well. I'd much rather not be here, but such is life.
Tuesday was a trip to the casino project. A 6 hour round trip and 9 hours of work makes for a long day out. I got some good things done and avoided being on site during the owner's review happening the following day. Of course I still didn't totally avoid it as I was called a number of times on Wednesday and Thursday to review questions or comments from the owner on our work. At least now things are a bit lined out and I can hopefully make some headway in lieu of feeling like I'm just spinning my wheels.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. During my road trip, as often is the case, nature called. A combination of my typical morning routine being altered and a coffee from QT had the peristaltic action working it's mojo on my lower half. I veered off to the last rest stop before my turn off the main interstate to lighten the load so to speak. Now I have no real issues with using public facilities. I know there are a number of people out there that would rather die than have to use a truck stop or random public toilet to do their business, but I'm not one of those. As long as I can wipe the seat off first, I'm good to go. However, I may be changing that decision soon enough.
After popping into the restroom, I discovered the handicap stall to still be open as the other stall was in use. I had just sat down and for some reason was pondering how people can possibly even think about sexual rendezvous in such a place when I heard something. My brain refused to register it the first time or two, but slowly, the noise sank in. The stall next to me was grunting and groaning ever so slightly. OK, well, maybe he was working hard. Wait just a damn minute, now those grunts started having the sexual edge to them. OK, just what in the bloody hell is happening in the stall next to me. Am I about to be propositioned ala the foot tapping incident of Larry Craig or is the guy next door simply enjoying himself too damn much?! The noises now began increasing in volume with a few bits of dialogue including an "oh god" in there and finally hit crescendo with what I can only describe as the noise you hear on the alka selzer commercial. After the kids had been dropped off at the pool, I shit you not, the next words I hear were, "oh, that was good." Check please! I'm flailing about getting out of there as quick as I can and luckily make it before the next stall opened up.
OK, that's a chapter I can now check off in my life. Hope you enjoyed it too. Fucking weird! Wednesday was an early day just to ensure I could get a bike ride in. I headed down for the Ritual Ride. It was definitely a light showing with a vast number of people hitting Ragbrai this week. I think we had about 8-10 people total which is vastly short of the usual 25-50. We rolled out and kept the pace pretty chill until we passed 63rd and it was time to go. I tried rolling off the front, but was still flanked pretty well until I made a crossing that the other riders were just far enough behind on that they waited for the traffic to clear. Eventually, Nathan caught up to me being the racer that he is and did it on his fixie to boot. We rolled together for a couple miles until we hit that last big hill on the loop and he dropped back to find his girlfriend. I kept on the gas and ran another loop to see how hard I could push. I did ok, but not great which is pretty consistent with my lack of training. I headed home and broke out the mower to start attacking the jungle that has become my yard. 2+ weeks of not mowing tends to do that to a yard, ya know?
Thursday night we headed out to look at some commercial property that Miranda has been looking at. A couple guys representing the realty agency met us to show the properties. Nothing very special, but it was good for us to see what the market and cost is like so we can put those numbers into our business plan. Did I mention that we're seriously thinking of opening a local shop? We're starting to get some product out with a few local businesses and have had a good response thus far so we're thinking seriously of putting together an actual storefront. Just another stress at this point, but Miranda is doing a good job of taking the lead and bulldogging things. After the spaces, it was time for dinner. We headed to A-Dong's for some good cuisine and I tried a Vietnamese import beer.
Very light without a ton of flavor, but as it warmed up, it actually had some hints of wine taste to it. Very interesting. In an ice cold state, you could probably slam a 6'er of these and barely notice it until the alcohol set in.
I finally took the scooter out for a longer ride last night just to clear my head. I toured through Water Works park until I came back to the couple sections that were still closed. After that I putted through some neighborhoods that I'd never been in in the adjacent streets to the park. Mostly commercial/industrial, but a few housing areas sprinkled in. We took the night really easy and ended with a quick soak in the hot tub. Not a bad way to start a weekend, but then again, this isn't the weekend I want either.
There you go, all caught up on the lack of excitement in my life. Enjoy.
Tuesday was a trip to the casino project. A 6 hour round trip and 9 hours of work makes for a long day out. I got some good things done and avoided being on site during the owner's review happening the following day. Of course I still didn't totally avoid it as I was called a number of times on Wednesday and Thursday to review questions or comments from the owner on our work. At least now things are a bit lined out and I can hopefully make some headway in lieu of feeling like I'm just spinning my wheels.
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. During my road trip, as often is the case, nature called. A combination of my typical morning routine being altered and a coffee from QT had the peristaltic action working it's mojo on my lower half. I veered off to the last rest stop before my turn off the main interstate to lighten the load so to speak. Now I have no real issues with using public facilities. I know there are a number of people out there that would rather die than have to use a truck stop or random public toilet to do their business, but I'm not one of those. As long as I can wipe the seat off first, I'm good to go. However, I may be changing that decision soon enough.
After popping into the restroom, I discovered the handicap stall to still be open as the other stall was in use. I had just sat down and for some reason was pondering how people can possibly even think about sexual rendezvous in such a place when I heard something. My brain refused to register it the first time or two, but slowly, the noise sank in. The stall next to me was grunting and groaning ever so slightly. OK, well, maybe he was working hard. Wait just a damn minute, now those grunts started having the sexual edge to them. OK, just what in the bloody hell is happening in the stall next to me. Am I about to be propositioned ala the foot tapping incident of Larry Craig or is the guy next door simply enjoying himself too damn much?! The noises now began increasing in volume with a few bits of dialogue including an "oh god" in there and finally hit crescendo with what I can only describe as the noise you hear on the alka selzer commercial. After the kids had been dropped off at the pool, I shit you not, the next words I hear were, "oh, that was good." Check please! I'm flailing about getting out of there as quick as I can and luckily make it before the next stall opened up.
OK, that's a chapter I can now check off in my life. Hope you enjoyed it too. Fucking weird! Wednesday was an early day just to ensure I could get a bike ride in. I headed down for the Ritual Ride. It was definitely a light showing with a vast number of people hitting Ragbrai this week. I think we had about 8-10 people total which is vastly short of the usual 25-50. We rolled out and kept the pace pretty chill until we passed 63rd and it was time to go. I tried rolling off the front, but was still flanked pretty well until I made a crossing that the other riders were just far enough behind on that they waited for the traffic to clear. Eventually, Nathan caught up to me being the racer that he is and did it on his fixie to boot. We rolled together for a couple miles until we hit that last big hill on the loop and he dropped back to find his girlfriend. I kept on the gas and ran another loop to see how hard I could push. I did ok, but not great which is pretty consistent with my lack of training. I headed home and broke out the mower to start attacking the jungle that has become my yard. 2+ weeks of not mowing tends to do that to a yard, ya know?
Thursday night we headed out to look at some commercial property that Miranda has been looking at. A couple guys representing the realty agency met us to show the properties. Nothing very special, but it was good for us to see what the market and cost is like so we can put those numbers into our business plan. Did I mention that we're seriously thinking of opening a local shop? We're starting to get some product out with a few local businesses and have had a good response thus far so we're thinking seriously of putting together an actual storefront. Just another stress at this point, but Miranda is doing a good job of taking the lead and bulldogging things. After the spaces, it was time for dinner. We headed to A-Dong's for some good cuisine and I tried a Vietnamese import beer.
Very light without a ton of flavor, but as it warmed up, it actually had some hints of wine taste to it. Very interesting. In an ice cold state, you could probably slam a 6'er of these and barely notice it until the alcohol set in.
I finally took the scooter out for a longer ride last night just to clear my head. I toured through Water Works park until I came back to the couple sections that were still closed. After that I putted through some neighborhoods that I'd never been in in the adjacent streets to the park. Mostly commercial/industrial, but a few housing areas sprinkled in. We took the night really easy and ended with a quick soak in the hot tub. Not a bad way to start a weekend, but then again, this isn't the weekend I want either.
There you go, all caught up on the lack of excitement in my life. Enjoy.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
I want to ride my bicycle
Actually the name of this point is I want to ride my fucking bicycle, but I figured I'd save the swearing for the main body of the post instead. I worked from 6-7 yesterday and then lucky me, I took a pile of work home as well so I could work until 10.
Of course that limits my ability to ride in since there ain't no way I lugging 20+ lbs of blueprints and shop drawings on my back. Actually, I might have considered it had I had a bag big enough to fit both the drawings and my necessities for riding in such as clothing and food. In any case, I didn't get to ride last night, it's not looking good for tonight, and tomorrow is most likely shot in the ass as well. I'm definitely not a happy camper.
About the only shiny spot is that I'm planning to ride the Race like a girl crit on Thursday come hell or high water. Guess I probably shouldn't say anything about high water too loudly considering the proximity of the park to the recent birdland area flooding...
Hope you all have a great day. Maybe I'll be back on later for some ranting or something.
Of course that limits my ability to ride in since there ain't no way I lugging 20+ lbs of blueprints and shop drawings on my back. Actually, I might have considered it had I had a bag big enough to fit both the drawings and my necessities for riding in such as clothing and food. In any case, I didn't get to ride last night, it's not looking good for tonight, and tomorrow is most likely shot in the ass as well. I'm definitely not a happy camper.
About the only shiny spot is that I'm planning to ride the Race like a girl crit on Thursday come hell or high water. Guess I probably shouldn't say anything about high water too loudly considering the proximity of the park to the recent birdland area flooding...
Hope you all have a great day. Maybe I'll be back on later for some ranting or something.
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