I woke up this morning and based on my temperature, how many times I woke up, I well rested I felt, I guessed the time to be 4:17am. It was 4:18am. Not bad. I have always been blessed with a good grasp of time. What time it is, how long something should take, etc. I think it's one of the reasons why I can walk into a place for food for example, and 10 minutes later the place is packed behind me. I can feel when it's a good time to do something. No, nothing major about this, no big reveal. Just an obsveration from me about the nature of time and my own internal clock. Yeah, I'm that bored.
I did manage to get quite a bit of work done yesterday morning before the horrid sounds of construction started. I re-recorded two demos, fixed documents, etc. I had it all done by 10. Thank god because the minute the stone grinder started outside my window, I was screwed. I posted a video of it on twitter and immediately the hotel was all over it. The manager ending up comping me one night stay in points. That's fair. They took roughly 20 hours of room usage away from me, give me 24 hours of comped time. That works.
Another day of doing the same. Sitting in the room working trying to not kill people outside my window out of frustration. I leave tomorrow around 2. My flight boards at 5, takes off at 5:30. I have a 3 hour layover in Dallas this week. All day travel. 2am PST to 7pm EST. Literally, all day. Then I get to do it again on Monday. Whee! But this trip will be the one that boosts my standing. It damn well better be.
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