The Axle Grease Tastes Fine

So, I put in another late night at work last night. Late enough that I didn’t even have to come to work today in order to make up the hours that I’ve already put in. But here I am, working another full day, though I swear I am not going to stay over today. Much.


The problem is, I work in a cutthroat industry. What’s that I say? Defense contractors are backstabbing assholes? That *NEVER* happens! I know, right? Yet here I am, treading soft through the viper’s den. Yesterday, a contractor who has fallen behind in their promised production schedule attempted to blame it all on me. It’s convenient for them, because I work for a totally different contractor and no one, save for myself and a very small handful of people in the country, know how difficult and time consuming my job is.

But here’s the kicker. With a few small exceptions, I haven’t missed a single publication date. I have had my portion done, headaches notwithstanding, and pushed out my product before it was due. The fact that they came to me late already is something I have no control over. And more, the fact that the only reason I have to do this part of the job, instead of doing the actual job I was hired for, is that the assholes sending it to me didn’t do their jobs properly in the first place!

So I spent two hours yesterday being grilled by great big government types and trying to justify my job. Which I did, professionally and expertly. With documentation. But it still sucks.

And now, I’ve been trying to ensure that my queue is completely clear, which means long hours. And that makes me a touch grumpy. Thank Og I have this place to stem the boredom of watching a compiler run…

And my, but the underside of this bus is pleasant. The axle grease is so tasty…


On the plus side, Camp NaNoWriMo starts today. And I’ve a “Supernatural Sexy” novel brewing in my skull…


So, working late sucks, but it can have its upsides…

Without delving too far into all the details of my mundane world, the job I do sometimes requires me to stay for long hours, watching and waiting for a compiler to finish gargling the code I threw at it and then spit out something that is hopefully usable. Unfortunately, while said compiler is churning away, I seriously can’t do anything else on my machine.

Thankfully, have laptop, will travel. So while it sucks to be here two hours past my typical time already, I do get a little time to write, to think, to listen to Cake on Pandora really loud on my headphones with no one telling me it’s going to damage my hearing or bugging me to do something else. It could be worse, right?

And fuck yeah. They Might Be Giants, Istanbul (Not Constantinople) just revved up.

Why did Constantinople get the works?

No writing Friday – or, the day I did the other kind of fencing…

I was off the grid most the day Friday. I spent the entire day working on building a privacy fence for a wonderful older fellow who, with a heart condition, shouldn’t have been out doing the work himself. The project had a number of challenges, beyond the fact that I had to do a lot of it on my own. There was the consideration that he wanted to reuse a lot of old lumber and existing fence structures, which, if they had been decent in the first place, wouldn’t have needed to be replaced. The heat of the day was absolutely miserable – 94 degrees Fahrenheit, with the sun beating down mercilessly from a cloudless sky, and not even a hint of breeze to be felt. I ended up cooking my phone – not fun. And in the end, we had to make some compromises to what we could and couldn’t do with the materials we had to work with. But, finally, darkness having already surrounded us, we had a very nice, working gate and a lovely privacy fence.

The rest of this weekend, I am spending in Atlanta visiting my wife’s brother and sister-in-law. We are all of us without kids this weekend, so its a rare chance to have some down time with other adults. Of course, that may make writing a bit of a challenge, but every once in a while, I am just going to grab the chance and do it. After all, it’s supposed to be about relaxing this weekend. And writing is my relaxation. :)