Rented ‘Liam’ last night; what a great movie. Strange, however, watching a movie about a kid growing up in Liverpool whose father has just lost his job. Kinda struck close to home. Sigh.
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Tuesday morning. I heard a rumour yesterday that lay-offs may be in the offing. I guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens…
I’m sore. I’ve got hundreds of e-mails to read. I’m scratched all to hell. There’s sand in every orifice of my body, and in every piece of gear that I have. I’ve slept maybe six hours in the past three nights. My workload is horrific. I’ve got a horrendous sunburn and my lips are chapped and bleeding.
God, what a great trip!
I’m out of here. I’ll write a trip report once I get back. Got a site under geocities (yeah, love those ads), so I’ll be able to upload photos and such.
In order to justify my existence at work, I’m now working on white papers and marketing stuff. Don’t know how I feel about that, really. It takes a complete change of thought-processes, I find. I would never be able to be a salesperson; I’m too lackadaisical. “What, you don’t want that product? Okay, well, you have a nice day.” Now, I’m singing the praises of the company. Mind you, it’s a great company, and we have great products, but it’s difficult to convince folks of this.
Six hours to go.
And slightly more than a day of work, and then I’m taking off on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again. Actually, I’ll be back on the 24th. I’ve never been anywhere warm before, it should be fun.
Packing should be interesting: Most everything is going into a duffle bag, which will consist of a tent, a sleeping bag, a stove (had to buy a new one that doesn’t smell of kerosene), pots and clothes for a week. Of course, this means a couple of shorts, t-shirts, and underwear. What worries me the most is my climbing gear; we’re talking almost $2000 worth of camming devices, nuts, ropes, quickdraws, etc. I can’t imagine what I’ll do if that stuff doesn’t make it. I’m still wondering if I can carry this stuff on with me, and what the check-in will be like. “Well, you see, sir, this fits into a crack into the rock. Then, I attach a carabiner, um, ca – ra – been – er, to the loop, and then pass the rope through the ‘biner, um, beener. No sir, I can’t imagine being able to threaten anyone with any of this.” Etc. Sure, I could always store this stuff in the luggage compartment, and pray nothing happens.
Regardless, my brain is already on vacation.
Have to go to the monthly ACC executive meeting tonight. I think I’d rather stick darning needles up my urethra than have to sit through another one of these meetings. Most of the time they are okay, but lately there are some members who feel the need to go on and on and on and on and on and on about all the work they’ve done in other organisations and, consequently, are physically drained but, still! have the energy to join another executive as member-at-large. Therefore, with all their expertise, they’re here to show us regular folks how things should be done.
This includes daily e-mails about Roberts Rules of Order, liability crap, leadership development necessities, ad nauseum. I can just see this guy, a few months down the line, complaining that he’s exhausted from all the work he’s done for us, and they’ve received no thanks in return. So I have to go directly from work to the meeting.
I feel dirty already.
Well, really, three and a half more days, and then I’m heading for the desert. Must… con… cen… trate.