Well this isn't going to be the novel like a couple posts back was. I can't go into details in a public forum like this, but ask me the next time you see me and I'll give the skinny...
and then I'll have to kill you.
I really stepped in it with the "all is calm here" post. The very next day the world turned to shit. Pretty much everyone got caught in the shit storm that rained down from on high. The CJP was absolutely correct in his comment regarding the "Nice shot". For those not in on the nice shot phrase it goes something like this. During our days of disk golf we had a rule not to comment on someones throw until that throw had come to rest. The reason being that if said shot was in flight and a positive comment was made that disk immediately found the nearest tree, lake, street, backyard, etc. You get the idea. Don't jinx the shot with a comment. Superstitious? Sure, but you know what, it seemed to hold true. We've been following that practice ever since regardless of the venue whether it be sports or whatever. No comment until you've got the win under your belt.
I broke the rules with my post which then resulted in the next two weeks of hell on earth in lovely Titusville. The very next day all hell broke loose and we haven't contained it yet nor do I see containment in sight. Our customer is now calling all the shots and the scrutiny of every last thing that we do started then and with all probability will not cease even after this stupid flying electronic rock is floating around the planet.
Since that day I've broken down crying to my wife on the phone from all the stress. I've stayed home "sick" once. Mentally ill counts, it really does. We've been working six days a week and figuring on seven and then rejoicing when we actually get a day off. Like today. Oh rejoice on high. I've contemplated, obviously not seriously, driving into embankments in order to escape having to go in. The sleeping, well lack of sleeping, man has that been fun. It's a bitch when you roll around in bed playing the events of the past few days or the next few days over in your head uncontrollably when all you really want is the oblivion of sleep in which to forget it all.
The one bright spot in it all was Mrs. LK coming out last Thursday night. So good to have the love of your life there just to be there. Just having her here has made the past four days bearable. And now she's at the airport or on her plane heading back home. Alone again. Thanks for being here honey.
Ok so this is turning into another novel. I guess that's what happens when I can't post regularly and stuff is happening. To answer some of the comments. 1) I didn't get the wipes sent, but bought my own. Hotel remotes are nasty. 2) The size of that fan was fucking huge! The shit splattered all the way back to southern California, hit and then bounced all the way back. I refuse at this point to say how good, bad or ugly things will be in the future out of abject terror that it will get worse. Remember me fondly.
Labels: fucked up shit, just wanna go home, work