Drink Rum

What a miserable 24 hours I've endured. I'll warn readers in advance that I'm extremely tired at the moment having suffered through a total failure of a software patch last night and then compounded my misery by eliminating the only thing I was looking forward to in the future.

So last night reminded me two things at work. One is that I work extremely well under pressure. Whether I work well without it remains to be seen, but I do have a certain knack for leadership under fire. The second is that I have no tolerance for wasted time. Last night's mess of an evening was started with some dinner and grouching with a co-worker about the odd state of affairs where I work. I run so hot and cold on this place... it's really unnerving. At least when I worked as a kick-turd at the White House I knew exactly how much I hated my job. But at the same time I knew there was some 5th grade teacher in Arkansas that appreciated what I was doing. And that's what let me sleep at night. Tangent...

So the software upgrade that was supposed to happen failed miserably and the only good thing about it was that at 1:00am my roll-back plan worked. So basically, an exhausting day that in the end yielded absolutely nothing.

I should have ended my day there.

But I didn't. I then spent the next few hours hitting myself in the head with an emotional mallet until I was tired and mad... oddly that's still on a low flame at the moment. Actually not oddly.

As I'm prone to do when angry and wordless, I embarked on a project of destruction and construction. People who have seen The Wall... it was really like "One of My Turns" (without the groupie... although she was there in spirit) and "Is There Anybody Out There?" For people that haven't seen it... um... it involves trashing a room or two to the extreme and then trying to rebuild it.

That reminds me... I've got people coming over in 2 days. I need to clean that all up... and myself too.

So anyway... I felt horrible last night and today has just been a continuation on the same theme. Work has been an absolute joy... no... um... not joy... distraction. It's kept my mind occupied so I guess that's good. I found myself listening to two very odd albums shuffled together. Les Claypool's Frog Brigade doing Floyd's Animals live and Duran Duran's Astronaut. It's kinda odd to go from "bleeting and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream" to "reach up for the sunrise". I'm all over the place today.

Before the poo-pooers (you know who you are) start throwing fruit at Duran2... some of what they're doing now is deeper than the bubble gum of yore. Nevermind... throw rocks. I don't care. That's my new mantra I think.

So I was in a crap mood when I started this post and I think it shows. I've been struggling of late to get something decent here for people to read and it's just not happening. I was going with the idea that posting anything was better than nothing, but I've reconsidered.

So I'm going off line for a while. If something strikes me as worth writing about I'll probably hang on to it until I can get a few posts in the can and have some real substance.

I'll probably return in early September. Until then... read the paper.