Y3 D343

Here we go, the home stretch, the end of Year 3. Can he survive another year without killing himself? Stay tuned to the chilling, edge of your seat, heart pounding drama! Not really all those things, but hey, why not add to the excitement a little bit?

I worked over 12 hours yesterday. I really dislike when a client promises end users something without checking with me first. Kind of makes my day rough to deliver. I have these reports which have to be completed ASAP but I thought I had until the end of the week. Turns out they are doing training to the end users today on the application and want to show reports. Fuck me. I am still not done. I worked as long as I could last night, got them to a point where they can show them today albeit with bogus numbers. It's better than nothing. Deal.

Kid worked from 3-6. She found me in the same spot as she left me. Seriously it was a long day yesterday. I really didn't do anything other than work. Oh and think...

Here's what I was thinking about:

Why is it that women can't see the tree for the forest sometimes? Here's a nice guy, relatively good looking, who will text you in the morning, always say goodnight, listen to your problems instead of trying to fix them, dislikes sports and would rather go shopping, enjoys sex but isn't going to make you feel guilty on those nights where you really are just too tired, etc etc etc, yet I am alone.

Whatever. I am over it. I really am. If alone is what I am destined to be then I will make the best of being alone. That's the only conclusion I can arrive at these days. Anything else makes me, well see paragraph 1.

Oh I did book another trip. In 11 days I am back off to Greenville South Carolina. Home of the best fucking grits I have ever had in my life. 3 days of onsite training, 2 days of travel. Upside is I will travel on Sunday which means I can take Friday off and that is a planned Disneyland weekend. I got us two nights at the hotel on points so it's just gas. It's my friend's grad weekend with parties at the park. The kid is coming... you know I probably already told you about all this. But again, whatever. I am old and the memory isn't what it used to be.

Nothing is what it used to be.