:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 4.25.2003 ::

So I have been really busy - like insane busy, like three straight nights of less that three hours of sleep busy. Like two days without eating busy. Like if I don't hurry up and get all this stuff done, I'm going to look like a fool in front of a bunch of architects, clients, engineers, and worst of all, my boss. So what do I do - bust my ass. Monday through Wednesday were 18 - 19 hour days. I had my weeks 40 hours done by WEdnesday morning at 4 am. Now, after 65 hours, 6 meetings, 2 presentations, 5 projects, and endless phone calls, emails, change orders, and almost a whole roll of trace, I am done. Pooped, beat, but not beaten. I have triumphed over the likes of Grass Lawn Phase 2, MultiCare, Ellensburg City Hall, and Northeast Library, and now have the chance to catch up. So lets catch up.

Chronologically: Monday morning I realized that I was in shit up to my eyes with a certain project. The architects were losing faith in my company, my boss was losing fiath in me; my world was collapsing and I had no idea what was going on. I've been thrown into a situation being a project manager, managing projects that I have no more than 2 months background on, projects that are worth around a sum of 3 million dollars, projects that involve doxens of people and groups, and projects that should be mangaed by people who have many many years of experience in this field, not necessarily by people who have yet to graduate college. But here I am. And lord knows I was never one to turn down a challenge, not matter how ill-prepared I may be. In anycase, I spent almost 40 hours trying to catch up, fix up, and not further fuck up this project; finally I got what done I needed done, moved on to some other things, spent another late night, and finally got it all done - or at least contained to some degree. All in all it's a weight off my back.

So with that out of the way: This movie, I guess it's going to be all the rage. And rightly so because it's excellent. Actually, I haven't seen the movie. "But Fred, how can you know what the movie is going to be like if you have never seen it?" you say as you furrow your brow in a fruitless attempt to grasp the situation. Because I have read the book. That's right kids, I was the only person on gods green earth who know what they meant when they said this in the commercial. I was in on the fucking ground floor on this one - like freshman year ground floor. Booyeah. Booyeah, indeed.

So I have this issue, since I work so much, eat so little, and have no one to really spend my money on out here iwth me, that I have a lot of moey accruing at a pretty decent pace. I need to buy something - something kind of substantial, something I wouldn't normally buy. In the past I have purchased such items as: a quess sized bed, a digital camera, plane tickets, and a set of drums. Things on my list to buy include: an electric guitar, a new bike, a new stereo system. But I can't decide. I even went out and looked tonight for something and still couldn't figure out exactly what I wanted. So I want people to email me to let me know what I should boost the economy with. Maybe it's even something as practical as paying down some of my car debt, stocking some into a savings account, or donating it to a charity (if you suggest this, please specify the charity). But really, think fun, for my sake. So let me know what you think I should do. Polls will close Sunday morning at 12am PDT - I hope this works for me better than it did for him.

And related to spending money: I found out there are batting cages near my house out here, so I went out tonight and bought a baseball bat. A classic wooden, Louisville slugger, 34oz. So I buy it and while exiting through the front door, a guy cuts in front of me, bums into me, and says "Watch it, clown" and I ahve to stop to think for a moment. I am walking out here, carrying a baseball bat, an object that has been used millions of times in very aggressive action, sometimes even on other human beings. And it's not like its in a bag or a box or antyhing. I'm just carrying it around - in my swingin hand, nonetheless.And this guy is telling me to watch it? I have been in very few situations in my life were I held such an obvious upper hand. And after breifly reflecting the possible outcomes of braining this man int he doorway of sports authority, I simply smiled to myself and walked into the night.

Well I think that's everything. I hoep everyone is enjoying watching the cherries bloom - I sure am.

"I've got: pockets full of kleenex and lint and holes where everything important to me just seems to fall right down my leg. And onto the floor. My closest friend linoleum..."
:: Freddy F. at 12:43 AM [+] ::