another day, another billion SORT runs. ok, maybe a billion is a bit of an exaggeration, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. the tally now goes: 14 hours, 12 hours, 10 hours, 10 hours. i don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
i got in early this morning as arranged with gavin and rich last night; we had to start running updated footprints. things are going well. to put it politely…oh hell, screw politely…SORT IS MY BITCH! i am the SORT slavedriver. i even drew a picture of me in this role on the whiteboard, next to my “sims” list. it’s a stick figure with brown hair, red horns, and a whip. kneel before me SORT, i am your master.
ok. so i’m getting a little punchy. assuming i’m here for only 8 hours tomorrow, that makes a 54 hour week. you know, i’ve read things about businessmen and such who work 80 hour weeks. it seems impossible to me.
this evening we are having to clean up our desks because the floor waxers are coming. we’ve successfully put them off for three nights now, but they are really eager to wax the floor, apparently, so they are coming tonight at 5:30. it’s amazing how much becca’s and my office has changed in the past half hour–what was once strewn with papers, timelines, footprints, trajectory, etc is now shockingly clean and organized. it’s almost as if nothing ever happened. almost.
i have got to go running. every part of my body is tense, and needs relief. it’s been since tuesday before last… tonight i assume we are all going to happy hour as one big ascent/descent family, and then…i must go running.
tired.
