Beware the ides of July, the day before you leave for Chicago and the day where every minute will be twice as long as they were yesterday. And the day after… before the airport, every minute thrice as long as even today. Logarhythmic expansion.
And at work there’s too much to be done. Self-imposed deadlines the I am trying to shirk. Trying to just cruise into it all, to not have an all-nighter like I seem to always have when getting ready to depart for a few days.
The weekend was long, even with not leaving the house all day on Sunday. Bad Buckhead cover bands on Friday. In fact, just bad Buckhead; cover bands are what they are, better and worse. Then to the restaurant run by the TV chef, a visit to the table by said newfound celebrity. This following a day of drinking, talking, smoking with my just-starting-to-rebound friend. Sunday indeed was a day of rest.
I haven’t seen Leroy in a few days so I am expecting a request for a full twenty with the next knock on the door. I think the last “loan,” because he is always asking to “borrow,” was for $3, and a soda that I had but didn’t give because it was my last one and I had to wake up the next morning somehow.
By the time of my return from Chicago, I will have the first of my two new employees. Hopefully that will mean relief from the overload and the increasingly grueling schedule. A couple of weeks after, my second will be here. Maybe by the end of the year we will be in full-stride. Maybe 2009 I will get accomplished all of the things I wrote on my goals statement for this year.
I still wonder if I did the right thing by leaving the paper, even though I know that industry is going down the tubes and that layoffs are imminent at the office down the street. I don’t know. Just stick this out, it will all pay off in the end.
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