Bad Night

It started out rather well. I had a really great presentation with the client, and they totally love me, as do my co-workers (and I love them.. they did an amazing job as well). Then I went and met up with badfaggot and his friend Matthew. Matthew wants to know more about what I do for a living, as he is considering going into the field. The three of us had a good time eating and chatting, then it was time for me to get home. I was up until stupid hours of the morning the prior night getting everything done for the presentation. Once I got home, it was all downhill.

I had to clean out the dead refrigerator, as I hadn't had the time to do it. It's been nearly a week, and it was starting to stink. When I opened the doors, the smell was unreal. I basically had to do it in stages. I quickly dumped stuff into the bin for as long as I could hold my breath, then shut the door, and went into the other room, where you couldn't smell it. That took about 15 minutes.

After that, I went upstairs to unwind a bit. Suddenly, I noticed I was watching the re-run of the Colbert Report, and it was 2am. I thought I'd just finish up what I was doing, then hit the bed. When I next looked at the clock, it was 3:27am. I stopped what I was doing and went to bed. At about 4:15am, the phone rings. I don't bother picking up, as the landline isn't mine, and I don't take messages (Bill can listen to them when he gets home). It didn't matter, as they didn't leave a message. Two minutes later, it rings again. This time they leave a message. Some idiot woman thinks there is a human on the other end of the line. The loud beep noise means you leave a message, asshat!. 2 minutes later, she calls again. I pick up the phone, and tell her never to call this number again. I then unplug the phone. It's 4:30, and I haven't had more than 6 hours of sleep in the last 72. The next thing I hear is the alarm clock at 7:15.

I shower, get dressed, eat, and leave the house. The train is late… again. It's been late all week, and possibly for the last two. I get in. It's packed, but I get a CTS! Then I notice something. It's a hot car. No AC. Quickly, the temps launch into the high 90s, and I just want to die. We're held up in traffic (yes, in GCT, the tracks are shared, so it's possible to have to wait to get into the terminal). When we finally arrive, we're on the lower level. Fuck. I wait for the 6 train. And wait. And wait. Finally it arrives, almost empty. Very odd. I hop out at the 28th street stop, and pop up onto Park Ave. South in what has to be the most annoying heat/humidity I've encountered so far this year. I'm glad I am wearing shorts.

It's friday. I want to go home.

Oh, does anyone have Jeff's (of tycho_anomaly fame) contact information now that he's in NYC? Hit me in an email, or text message me.

Bad Night

It started out rather well. I had a really great presentation with the client, and they totally love me, as do my co-workers (and I love them.. they did an amazing job as well). Then I went and met up with badfaggot and his friend Matthew. Matthew wants to know more about what I do for a living, as he is considering going into the field. The three of us had a good time eating and chatting, then it was time for me to get home. I was up until stupid hours of the morning the prior night getting everything done for the presentation. Once I got home, it was all downhill.

I had to clean out the dead refrigerator, as I hadn't had the time to do it. It's been nearly a week, and it was starting to stink. When I opened the doors, the smell was unreal. I basically had to do it in stages. I quickly dumped stuff into the bin for as long as I could hold my breath, then shut the door, and went into the other room, where you couldn't smell it. That took about 15 minutes.

After that, I went upstairs to unwind a bit. Suddenly, I noticed I was watching the re-run of the Colbert Report, and it was 2am. I thought I'd just finish up what I was doing, then hit the bed. When I next looked at the clock, it was 3:27am. I stopped what I was doing and went to bed. At about 4:15am, the phone rings. I don't bother picking up, as the landline isn't mine, and I don't take messages (Bill can listen to them when he gets home). It didn't matter, as they didn't leave a message. Two minutes later, it rings again. This time they leave a message. Some idiot woman thinks there is a human on the other end of the line. The loud beep noise means you leave a message, asshat!. 2 minutes later, she calls again. I pick up the phone, and tell her never to call this number again. I then unplug the phone. It's 4:30, and I haven't had more than 6 hours of sleep in the last 72. The next thing I hear is the alarm clock at 7:15.

I shower, get dressed, eat, and leave the house. The train is late… again. It's been late all week, and possibly for the last two. I get in. It's packed, but I get a CTS! Then I notice something. It's a hot car. No AC. Quickly, the temps launch into the high 90s, and I just want to die. We're held up in traffic (yes, in GCT, the tracks are shared, so it's possible to have to wait to get into the terminal). When we finally arrive, we're on the lower level. Fuck. I wait for the 6 train. And wait. And wait. Finally it arrives, almost empty. Very odd. I hop out at the 28th street stop, and pop up onto Park Ave. South in what has to be the most annoying heat/humidity I've encountered so far this year. I'm glad I am wearing shorts.

It's friday. I want to go home.

Oh, does anyone have Jeff's (of tycho_anomaly fame) contact information now that he's in NYC? Hit me in an email, or text message me.