Wednesday, 7-23-8

The woes of the working man.  I should write something noble about those that work hard and suffer the inequities of hard labor but I think a worse thing might be living in the dark.  Which is worse; knowing that you are going to your boring job where you will toil for 8 to 10 hours at a job you know, or being responsible for a job that is under government scrutiny and changes by the minute?  As Project Manager I am the one who gets kicked in the ass if things go wrong but I never know what is going to happen more than a week ahead of time.  Sometimes I don’t even know what will happen thirty minutes from now.  I have plans of what will happen, I have ideas of what should happen, but every time my phone rings, something changes.  Predictions of the future are fun in theory but when real life happens, you have to be good at juggling.

I’m running 24/7 down here ever since Steve went to O’Hare and I just got the news they are re-assigning Joe to Las Vegas so I’ll be alone again starting next week.  My time card says 42 hours already and the real time is more like 60 hours.  I’ve slept about two to three hours a night.  I am starting to breath in coffee and exhale frustration.  The buzzing in my head is keeping me company, it’s easier than being completely alone.  When the blurred movement I see from the corner of my eye becomes a welcome visitor, it is time to get some sleep.  I am talking to phantom creeper demons that scurry along the baseboards of the hotel walls.

So if I’m so busy and sleep deprived, why am I talking to you?  Because I have about two more hours of report writing to get done but I needed a small break.  It is just after midnight and if I stared at that report for five more minutes I would have found a way to make a lethal weapon out of Styrofoam, a table leg and a ball point pen.  I would have gone door to door, eliminating the entire 6th floor.  Just me and the creeping demons, sitting quietly, drinking coffee.  Together and alone.  Two more hours.  Finish by 2:30am then be up, dressed and out the door by 6am.

Back to the report.