May 9, 2007
The last few weeks have been intensely busy. I’m running close to a major deadline, whereby funding for one of my projects will terminate. This means I have to devote an inordinate amount of time on the terminating project, completing all milestones, drawing all graphs, and attending all meetings that are required of me.
My desk is a horrendous mess, and I really hope it naturally tidies itself as I draw this line of work to a close.
At times like this, it seems that I spend my days in the following cycle:
- Get up, shower, breakfast, go to work (1 hour)
- Work (4 hours)
- Lunch (half hour)
- Work (5 and a half hours)
- Go home (half hour)
- Dinner (half hour)
- Work (?? hours)
- Masturbate (?? hours)
- Sleep (6 hours)
Sometimes I’ll devote much more time to step 8 than step 7, depending on how I’m feeling. It is, without doubt, one of the best ways to relax at the end of the day, and yet also tire myself out for a power sleep, to wake refreshed in the morning.
Does anybody require the use of intelligent manflesh late each weeknight?
April 12, 2007
I hate the people in my office sometimes. I’m a highly skilled guy, I know my stuff through and through.
But the guys in the office always look for other people to help them. They have these fucking simple problems, but they always flounder before seeking outside help. What gives?
Sigh. Fuck ’em.