Yesterday was the synchrozation of minor annoyance and stupid stuff. It seems to be relentless and unforgiving.
The Morning started off on a bad foot, sleep has been very rare commodity for last 30 days or so. I guess the countdown clock for the next deployment has got me off kilter (more than usual… :-D). Running late, get to work, have two emails dealing with stuff that should have been resolved. One being legit, the other dealing with an expensive piece of software that I have no control over. Arrrrrg.
I go to lunch at the nearby Italian restaurant at around 12:45. Hopefully, I will miss the lunch time crowd. Wrong. It seems that a lunch party of 20 turned into a lunch party of 45. The wait staff was having gladiatorial matches over bread and tea. Cool, sitting at the bar by myself…as usual. Scan the crowd, there was one cute blond at the bar, cool and then manager for the restaurant was cute. As usually, Married and to the bartender from the banter between the two. The blonde manager had platinum wedding band with a nice rock on it. Oh well, what else is new. Food was excellent. The bad thing was I am thinking okay how I make this. The lobster cream sauce was excellent. Back to work.
Back to work on my problems. 3 hours later….Success one part of the issue, start on the second server tomorrow. Feeling like crap, sore from the gym, sleep not a happening thing, and the general funk of coming home to an empty apartment. Not really motivated to go to gym, nothing to look forward to. Very few women there and the majority of them are barred…. (Big Ass Ring). Oh well, suck it up and go through the motions, it will do me some good. Yeah, there are very days till call up and I need to have my old self in the best shape possible. Suck it up. Get on the treadmill, okay get through that . Abs okay, get to the incline sit up bench, the videos that the play on the TVs, The Bar song is getting playing and I am laugh. You know the country song about the guy who jacks her dad’s Chevy, wrecks it and walks away. Then they play Modern English, I will melt with you, one of the songs that was out when I started dating the dragon. Great lets pour salt on the battle scars. A song about losing some one with some voice over dealing with suicide, Then it was about another 45 minutes of emo music about some guy paining over some girl who left them. PLEASE SANTA bring me an IPOD for Christmas! Need some kick ass, head banging, pump you up rock. Nope, next song is the seductive soulful song about a t shirt and her missing her guy, Great more cosmic knife twisting with my countdown calendar getting smaller and smaller, and nobody really home to miss me in that sense. Things do happen for a reason I guess. Okay, suck it up and let’s do the elliptical machine for the final cardio. Oh the calves were screaming bloody murder, but the mind is a screaming back come on suck it up. The video was more emo crap, come guys this is not helping, okay suck up it they got to play at least one motivating song. Great another sucking song, come on suck it up they cannot keep doing this. The Cold play comes on, and looked at the time, okay you did 15 minutes let’s get out of here before you go crazier than usual. Oh, I so need an IPod, this weak sister pity me music is so none motivating. It’s bad enough with no female motivation at the gym now I have deal with emo music……Arg.
Got home, turn on the tube and start eating. House was on the USA network, the scene was when the Aussie surgeon was talking about his relationship with dad to House. He stated that he had given up on expectations, because with no expectations there are no disappointments. Yeah no that feeling oh too well. Got a text from a friend that Christmas card that I sent to her was empty. The bastard took the Christmas card and gift card out. This is the second one they opened. Oh well.
It was another FTS day. While it was a series of annoying and stupid things happening at a relentless pace, it was still a good day because I could get up in the morning.
