What are you doing right now?

[Alex]

Plotting.

[RCMerchant]

Sitting in front of the computer, drinking and smoking and listening to CCR on the radio.

[HappyGilmore]

Drinking and listening to metal.

Screw what the doctors say.  I'm alive. 

[316zombie]

attempting to figure out how to get to the old version of " on demand" with my new cable box/remote.. no  success yet...my new place is too small to throw things in, THAT is a definite drawback.

[ER]

Trying to unwind and center myself after three straight days of rising before the sun to get three children off to two different schools (that part's usual), commuting through the city's worst traffic to my day job (typical morning), working there nine to five (again, the norm), then turning around and driving an hour to another job (rarer), where I go through head games for four more hours when I'm there, then I leave and drive an hour home, getting back once more in darkness, the children asleep, the day done, having missed everything.

Been a hard week and I can't wrap my mind around the fact it's only been three days that I been doing the evening work on top of the day since it seems like many more. I may have to take a leave from my day job and I don't want to but seventeen hour days on top of four hours of sleep begins to add up fast. Fortunately I can "probably" retire from one of the jobs in two years, and at that point I may run the other (day) job, so that keeps me going.

One of the double-weirdnesses of my day job is: A. my father is my boss, and B. he once worked for the same people I do on this evening job.

You'd think that'd make him understanding if I tell him I need to take a leave until this assignment in the evenings is sorted out, but I'm not sure. I worked part-time for him for several years and only recently switched to full-time with more duties, and he's going to tell me there is no one to replace me, which is true, the former intern I just hired part-time couldn't begin to. My father could but that'd put way too much on him.

He can be a great boss or a mind-crushing one, and since he's got about twenty IQ points on me, maybe much more, he's never told me his IQ but I know it's....like retardation in reverse, plus the job he used to work involved a lot of outhinking other people, some f those people motivated and highly intelligent in their own right, so when I try to face off with him I usually feel like I've lost before I begin. It gets really funny in a dismal dreary way. It's like trying to play chess with a HAL 9000.

"I'm sorry, Evelyn, but I can't let you do that.... This mission is too important for your human needs to factor into the equation...."

That office is the only place where having an IQ of 140 can make you feel like something stuck on the bottom of a shoe.

There was a time when working like this probably wouldn't have made a dent in my psyche but that time's done, I'm getting drained and I see no end in sight unless I can get a break from the day job, soooo....may have to tomorrow or else.

Heck, right now I'd settle for a good night's sleep but I am so wide awake it's not funny. Tired, brain-zapped, but wide awake.

Ah, the joys of being me....  

The man who was almost my father in law is a great salesman, like the Mozart of the industry, and is also a talented student of human nature, able to figure others out better than they know themselves, and he asked today if I wanted him to talk to my dad for me about me taking a leave and I was like, "Joe, you're good, you're really, really good, but my dad would mentally shred you."

(My dad doesn't like Joe to begin with.)

Joe said, "Well that sounds like a challenge if ever I heard one."

And I had to laugh, that would be worth selling tickets for, the irresistible force versus the immovable object, but, nah, it's on me.

All of it.

Wow. So in.....like eight hours I have to make my case for why I need time off and all I have for that is, "Hey, Dad, this work schedule is gonna make me nuts."

To which he'll say, "El, honey, you're already nuts."

Logic, ya can't beat it.

[ER]

Trying to unwind and center myself after three straight days of rising before the sun to get three children off to two different schools (that part's usual), commuting through the city's worst traffic to my day job (typical morning), working there nine to five (again, the norm), then turning around and driving an hour to another job (rarer), where I go through head games for four more hours when I'm there, then I leave and drive an hour home, getting back once more in darkness, the children asleep, the day done, having missed everything.

Been a hard week and I can't wrap my mind around the fact it's only been three days that I been doing the evening work on top of the day since it seems like many more. I may have to take a leave from my day job and I don't want to but seventeen hour days on top of four hours of sleep begins to add up fast. Fortunately I can "probably" retire from one of the jobs in two years, and at that point I may run the other (day) job, so that keeps me going.

One of the double-weirdnesses of my day job is: A. my father is my boss, and B. he once worked for the same people I do on this evening job.

You'd think that'd make him understanding if I tell him I need to take a leave until this assignment in the evenings is sorted out, but I'm not sure. I worked part-time for him for several years and only recently switched to full-time with more duties, and he's going to tell me there is no one to replace me, which is true, the former intern I just hired part-time couldn't begin to. My father could but that'd put way too much on him.

He can be a great boss or a mind-crushing one, and since he's got about twenty IQ points on me, maybe much more, he's never told me his IQ but I know it's....like retardation in reverse, plus the job he used to work involved a lot of outhinking other people, some f those people motivated and highly intelligent in their own right, so when I try to face off with him I usually feel like I've lost before I begin. It gets really funny in a dismal dreary way. It's like trying to play chess with a HAL 9000.

"I'm sorry, Evelyn, but I can't let you do that.... This mission is too important for your human needs to factor into the equation...."

That office is the only place where having an IQ of 140 can make you feel like something stuck on the bottom of a shoe.

There was a time when working like this probably wouldn't have made a dent in my psyche but that time's done, I'm getting drained and I see no end in sight unless I can get a break from the day job, soooo....may have to tomorrow or else.

Heck, right now I'd settle for a good night's sleep but I am so wide awake it's not funny. Tired, brain-zapped, but wide awake.

Ah, the joys of being me....  

The man who was almost my father in law is a great salesman, like the Mozart of the industry, and is also a talented student of human nature, able to figure others out better than they know themselves, and he asked today if I wanted him to talk to my dad for me about me taking a leave and I was like, "Joe, you're good, you're really, really good, but my dad would mentally shred you."

(My dad doesn't like Joe to begin with.)

Joe said, "Well that sounds like a challenge if ever I heard one."

And I had to laugh, that would be worth selling tickets for, the irresistible force versus the immovable object, but, nah, it's on me.

All of it.

Wow. So in.....like eight hours I have to make my case for why I need time off and all I have for that is, "Hey, Dad, this work schedule is gonna make me nuts."

To which he'll say, "El, honey, you're already nuts."

Logic, ya can't beat it.

Sod all that, I took the morning off.   

[RCMerchant]

Again, I am sitting in front of the computer smoking and drinking. (or "drinkink" as Col. Klink would say). Except now on the radio is ODE TO BILLY JO.

http://youtu.be/HaRacIzZSPo

[Allhallowsday]

Again, I am sitting in front of the computer smoking and drinking. (or "drinkink" as Col. Klink would say). Except now on the radio is ODE TO BILLY JO.

http://youtu.be/HaRacIzZSPo

Same... except I usually visit this: 

http://youtu.be/EIVOjfadGf0 

[ER]

I don't get drinkink, I had three modest glasses of wine in two hours today while I played hooky, and my head has hurt ever since.

[Trevor]

Eish, it is f*****g hot today. 

[ER]

Waiting for the 9:45 meeting to come to pass; starving, my normal state of existence; wondering if me mentioning night terrors in here yesterday is why I had one last night ('bout gave my husband apoplexy); thinking I should have worn gloves when I spread the rock salt on the walkway a bit ago, since the slushy snow has become ice and I didn't want anyone to fall, but now my hands are turning to jerky; I'm also perplexed as to why one of the new interns, who was (I am not kidding) Miss Sweet Potato Queen in her county in Alabama, can speak Italian but she can't seem to remember to turn off the light in the break room when she leaves it, and pondering why I have to be the bad person when it comes to getting workers to do things here; and lastly, I don't like to throw away dead plants and feel like burying them is kinder to their spirits or some Shinto-inspired idea like that, so I'm wondering if the ground is soft enough to permit me to bury this dead plant at lunchtime; looking at the plant reminds me of the intern who gave it to us in 2017, a sweet girl who had a habit of cracking her knuckles, making one of the other girls here then twitch in irritation when she did.

Ah, good times, those.

[Alex]

Procrastinating.

[claws]

Reading and wondering why people feel the need to post unrelated attention seeking borderline stupid smart ass-ish comments on popular videos on youtube. 9 out of 10 comments have nothing to do with the actual video. And most of these "non" comments even get the most likes. Go figure.

[Trevor]

Just finished scaring new colleagues with my patented zombie walk 

[ER]

Writing about what I'm doing.