What the fuck. I really want to write some good stuff, turn this mother out, but my brain is complete goo. Such are the trials and tribulations of coming into a new job and getting thrown into the deep end head first. Swim monkey, SWIM!
Sports? I got nuthin’. Well, there is UFC this weekend. I’ll be watching, but so far I haven’t had enough time to see who is on the card (other than Orlovski and Forrest, of course). Thank goodness Performify is a fan (who does fantastic UFC pre-fight write-ups).
Poker? Yeah, right. I wanted to be at the casino within a couple of days after we arrived in Phoenix. Ahhh, the best laid plans….perhaps a couple more weeks will find me at a table
That leaves work. Not the most exciting subject in the world, especially when nothing happens there but….work. The day begins at 7 AM, then its balls to the wall till 4 PM. It’s been a while since I’ve been in an environment where I’m so busy that I come to at random times and realize that if I don’t do something quickly, my forward-thinking bladder will cause an embarrassing scene. So busy I find myself wondering where I can cram in four minutes for a power smoke. You get the idea.
It won’t always be like this, I’ll get into a groove eventually. It can’t always be like this, I’ll start bleeding from the ears. By 3PM my brain turns mushy and begins to misfire a bit, but I will say that every day when I leave the building it is with the satisfied feeling that only comes from a day packed with intense work.
Rachel keeps asking, “Do you like it, or do you hate it?”
Both, really. I like it because my knowledge and skill increases a very large amount each day, not unlike the beginning poker player who strives to be “serious” about their game. Part of me hates it because I trend towards being a lazy fucker. Being lazy is fantastic. I love it when someone asks, “What did you do today?” I love the answer even more.
“I did NOTHING, and it was everything I thought it could be.”
Inherent laziness with competing OCD. My yin and yang are both fucked up. What the hell, though, I’m pretty happy.
I’ll be back later when I’m further congealed.
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