Y3 D107

Yesterday turned out to be a little, and I do mean a little, less stressful at work. The client upstairs finally got the hint that I am not working on their shit any more I think. I was carboned on a few messages, but no direct contact. About fucking time. I went in super early too. I took the 5:19 train and was in the door by 6:24. There's a positive to that coming in a minute. Hold on. I spent the first part of the morning catching up on stuff, just trying to wrap my head around a bunch of different emails and then I dove into the work for the client they are paying me to deal with - finally.

Took me most of the day, but I did get a huge amount of work done for this client. I finished up around 2:18 and was sitting there thinking what to do next. The next phase would take much longer to work on, and I didn't really have anything else. That's when it struck me -- I am a consultant again. I got in at 6:24. Oh look, 2:24, that's 8 hours. Buh-bye.

Left and was home before 4. The kid and I met friends for dinner at this Asian/Cajun (say that 10 times fast) place that just opened up. Interesting place. Her and her husband treated us because this is the one I helped get a new job. We ordered the massive feast for four -- 4 lbs of crawfish, 2 lbs of shrimp, grits, corn, gumbo, bread, squid, and dessert. It was a huge amount of food. I swear I have POUNDS of crawfish they let me have as leftovers.

We had a really good time and we were home around 10. The kid went off to bed and I called TGF. We were talking for about a 1/2 hour when my phone died. I hope she doesn't think I hung up on her, but it just died. I had no way of calling or apologizing either. We will see if there are any repercussions this morning.

Today I am home working on documents. Plus I need to run over to pick some stuff up from my director at his work. Otherwise, it's a document relaxing day. Assuming she is not pissed at me, I should see TGF tonight. Which means I might get close to breaking 10 in one week...