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Hanging in There

I went to bed last night at about 3:30 or so. Maybe a touch later. Our alarm clock goes off at 5:00. I managed to sleep through the snoozes until a bit before 6:00.

I’m an idiot.

I put in for a couple of hours worth of time off in the afternoon and it was granted. Thanks, boss. So I get to sign out at 3:30. It’s not as good as it looks on the surface. You see, I did something today that I have not done in the past. Ever. Today is a telecommuting day. I dropped off the kids and then stopped at a convenience store for some caffeine and was back home by 7:30. Ideally those 90 minutes between getting home and starting to work are spent working on recording projects. Normally it’s spent either writing useless blog entries (like this one!) or watching the tube.

Today was different. Today I logged in and started working. Yeah. I think something is wrong with me. Stupid responsibilities and stuff and going a little above and beyond and things.

I’m an idiot.

Now What the Hell Do I Do?

So I volunteered for some on-call duty tonight. At first it wasn’t an off hours thing. At first it was just needing to validate some data before going home. The customer was running something that would wrap up around 5:00 or so.

When that plan fell through it turned into off hours coverage with everyone needing to log in probably between 8:00 and 9:00. Despite the “call” part of the word on-call, we were told to wait on an email. Right.

Well 8-9 turned into 11:00-12:00, which tuned into 1:30-2:00, which at 2:22 AM turned into we found another problem and now we don’t know when we’ll need you. Still, all of this communication is via email.

So I, being the literal dumb ass that I am, have been staying awake this whole time. If I’d just ignored the whole email communication concept and assumed they would call my cell phone when they need me, I could have gone to bed at a decent hour, but no. Not me. I stayed awake with the gmail app’s notification sound turned on and the volume on my cell phone cranked to make sure I can log in as soon as I’m needed. I’ve been sitting here like a schmuck watching Star Trek Voyager and Archer (the Burt Reynolds episode rules) on Netfix while I should have been sleeping like a normal, non-dumb-ass person! Now I’m probably going to have to take a vacation day or a sick day tomorrow because there is no way I’m functioning on this tiny amount of sleep.

Sonofa…

Unexpected On-Call

There are several flavors of on-call terror. Tonight is a new and special brand.

Tonight is the:

Unexpected On-Call!

Terrifying, eh? A customer had something come up today that requires a bunch of day staff be available after hours. It’s my customer so I took it.

No calls yet. Just one email sent to about 100 people.

May all of your phones be silent tonight, said one on-call guy to all of the others.

Don’t Trust Your Bathroom Scale

On Saturday my wife and I went to our first Weight Watchers meeting.  I weighed in at approximately REDACTED* pounds.  This morning (all of four days later) I stepped on the bathroom scale.  I should mention that I am always telling people not to step on the scale.  Once a week.  Once every two weeks.  Fine.  Every couple of days?  You’re going to drive yourself crazy and you won’t want to stay on the wagon.  Still, there I was this morning stepping on the bathroom scale.

Like I said, it was four days after my official Weight Watchers weigh in.  How much did the bathroom scale say I weighed?

REDACTED – 15. 

I lost 15 pounds in four days?  Yeah right!  Never trust that bathroom scale.  It’s a dirty rotten liar and it’s out to get you.  I bet you $20 that the next time I step on the scale it will say I gained 25 pounds.  The bathroom scale wants to make you miserable.  It wants to break your heart.

Don’t let it!

* I did not redact my current weight out of any sort of shyness over the value.  I am really fat and morbidly obese and I don’t think I’ve ever denied that on this page.  However, the number was so incredibly large that the text editor I used to write this post actually crashed because the variable holding the text string overflowed.

Day of the Week Confusion

Our normal week schedule includes me telecommuting on Thursday, and then having to get one of the kids to school significantly earlier than usual on Friday.  This week there were two unrelated scheduling adjustments that resulted in me telecommuting on Tuesday, and having to get one of the kids to school significantly early on Wednesday. 

In a practical sense neither thing is a big deal, but do you realize the negative affect this has had on me?

This means my puny little brain is absolutely convinced that today is Friday.

Today, not to mention the rest of the week, is going to suck!

Recording… sort of

This little bloggie page got a hit today from some one looking for blogs on recording music. I guess this one counts, right? I do write about crappy demos a lot. Well regardless of whether it’s accurate or note, it woke me up to my desire to record some guitar parts. I did two rhythm tracks on one of the songs I started just before New Years in my iPad.

My playing is garbage at best.

So what.

RPM starts in a few weeks. I’ve got to get myself into some semblance of playing shape.