|0700 Friday, 27 January 2017|
Yeah, that's a thing with me.
I hear it's a thing with a lot of people. I get that, we all have our reasons for it. With me it's the idea that my favorite season has ended and it's back to whatever one's definition of normal is. Or "normal" as Skip would annotate it. If it's in quotes (and it ain't what ya call a quote) it's suspect. "Suspect" if you will.
Okay, enough of that.
At the beginning of the year I had a task at work which I'd started back in December, upon everyone's return from holiday the "powers that be" expressed a certain dismay at the direction I was taking. Seems it wasn't what "they" had talked about. As "they" hadn't really clued me in as to what "they" really wanted and as there was very little in the way of actual specifications to guide me, you may well imagine my surprise.
I mumbled (somewhat loudly) at my disinterest in playing with their (ahem) "high school science project" and could I perhaps just give them something that worked. We could tweak it to the heavens later.
"Oh no! We need it in two weeks."
Sigh, not gonna happen. Not in this life time.
So they went in another direction, as did I. But for a few weeks there was naught on my plate as the better projects were in a bit of a funding lull. Which is the way of things in my business, it's all feast or famine.
So I've been brushing up my training and waiting for real work. Which makes the days extremely long and, truth be told, awfully damned dull.
That all ended Friday when two parts of the same project (related but different) decided that they could use my services. So things are looking up. I'm back to working on things which are haze gray in color and tend to get underway at times. So, once again, it's all good.
Maybe I can sleep at night again. When I have too much time on my hands at work my brain tends to go into overdrive looking for things to do, and then refuses to throttle back at night.
Among other things, I'm reading this at the moment -
It's a nice break from The Saxon Tales, so Uhtred will have to drive the Danes out of England later. At least he'll have to wait until I have the chance to finish Small Town Roads. L.B.'s writing is not something you rush through like a cheap pizza and a box o' wine . This is writing that you have to sit down and savor like a meal in a fine restaurant.
A good read, I highly recommend it!
And just because I haven't listened to these guys lately...