You spread yourself thinly enough and you become invisible. Not that I was all that discernible to begin with. Ah, don't mind me. I "belong" to what . . . a few dozen (?) web "communities," so why not plug myself into one more? I'd bet good money that this fruit rots on the vine, but what the hell, I'll give it a shot. Who knows, it might hold my interest long enough so that I don't forget about it in a week's time. Anywho, let's get with something worth the keystrokes.
Well this is week 3 (I think) in Louisiana for me. It could be more or less, it's hard to tell when you're working 10-12 hours a day, 7 days a week. You lose track of time. Things are getting better, or maybe it's just that I've gotten used to it. It sure didn't start out that way. At the end of Jan, in one weekend I was moving to a new apartment, attending a con, entertaining out-of-town guests, AND I had to go to Louisiana. Obviously I was running ragged and way behind schedule at the onset of this engagement. I didn't recieve any details about this job, so I went into it blind. Turns out it's the repairs/replacement of the Lake Pontchartrain bridge, the one what got beat to hell in the hurricane.
And with all the political pressure behind that job,they've been working us into the ground. And I was getting grumpy. I only packed enough stuff for a week and they wanna keep me for a month and I sure as hell didn't know I'd be working 80 hours a week. BUT I'M NOT PAID BY THE HOUR. By the end of the 2nd week I was starting to get pretty uptight and non-teamplayer-y. I just wanted to go home. I hadn't even slept one night in my new apartment, all of my belongings were still in their boxes, and here I am stuck in a hotel (a nice one, I'll admit) full of refugees, eating fast food everyday.
I managed to get one day off, but only because I'd be delivering samples to sister offices on the way back. The drive and deliveries took so much time that I only really had 4 hours to spend in Austin. Somehow though, that was enough. I was able to take care of all the loose ends I had left hanging in the breeze. Now that I know everything back home is okay without me, I'm a little more relaxed. It kinda sucks that I'm paying rent, insurance, utilities, cable, etc, when I'm not even there to use them. Ah well. At least I'm getting the hang of my responsibilities here and honestly, I'm proud to be part of such an important project.
But I'd still like to go home soon.