Mr. Crabby-Pants

I'm crabby. Wednesday I kept thinking it was Thursday. Thursday I kept thinking it was Friday. Basically, I spent the whole week disappointed. I'm sick of work in general, but it is much worse this week since I am post call. To top it off, Rob decided to go out with friends, so I'm stuck on my own this evening. I didn't say anything or ask to join, so i have absolutely no business being upset. All the same, I'm in a pissy mood.

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Rush Hour

Generally, I really like taking public transportation. Aside from all the environmental considerations, it reinforces my identity as an urban kind of guy. However, the bus during rush hour always challenges my conviction.

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Still Not Breathing

School is over for the semester, but I don't really feel less stressed. I am starting to look ahead to graduation, which is not that far off. I am trying to set up time to shadow at a design firm. I also need to put together a portfolio. While I have some work ready to be included, some of it needs major rework. Work still is soul numbing. Also, the computer needs some attention. I updated all the drivers and did a complete backup...but I desperately need to go through all my school files and purge the unnecessary files. So much for having time to breathe...

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Getting too old for this....

Thursday night I pulled an all-nighter. Next week are the final presentations for two classes. The print shop recommended that all banners be submitted on Friday in order to be ready for Monday. History tells me that the print shop can usually have things printed if you get it in first thing the day you need it...but they have been kind of erratic lately. So, I probably didn't absolutely have to stay up all night on Thursday. Since I had planned ahead and taken off Friday, I could have slept, done my work Friday, and had it in by the end of the day.


But why take chances? Since I was off Friday, I would have time to recover. So I put my nose to the grindstone and kept working. Oddly, I chose not to jack myself up on coffee. I kept thinking that I wanted to be able to sleep once I finished. So I drank water and hot tea...and probably ate too much...to fuel my work. More than once, I almost fell asleep at the keyboard. I had a few breakthroughs (around 4am and 8am) that gave me some excitement and renewed energy.


I am disappointed to note that I think the banners are some of my best work (in terms of layout/presentation). I guess I do better under pressure. I wish that weren't true. I definitely don't bounce back from all-nighters like I used to.


I submitted both sets of banners by noon on Friday, meeting my self-imposed deadline.


I then passed out on the couch. About three hours later, I woke with a dachshund standing on my chest, reminding me to let him out to do his business. I got another two hours before Rob came home. I got 10 hours of sleep on Saturday...and I'm back in business.

Blithely Unconcerned

"Blithely Unconcerned" would probably be a great name for a blog. Maybe I should add that to my 'to do' list.

Finals for this semester are just over a week away. I am starting to map out what I need to do finish my thesis over the next two semesters. I am also beginning to seriously consider what the next steps are in terms of transitioning my career. I am beyond behind at work. Despite all that, I am blithely unconcerned.

I should be whacked out of my mind right now. Actually, a little stress might help generate some motivation. Somehow, I felt fine going out to brunch yesterday and cooking dinner for friends last night. Now, I'm trying to generate the focus to do something....heck, I'd be happy to have enough focus to decide what I need to produce over the next day or two. Why doesn't this bother me more?