Wow...

Holy Hell, I remembered the password to this thing...
maybe I'll start posting here again...

The Quickening

Today it starts.
It starts today.
An ending and a beginning.
It's mortifying.

Today's the day I walk into my boss's office.
I hand him a letter.
Explain
why
I'm quitting my job.

There shouldn't be carnage.

Wish me luck.

Los Angeles - nothing can save you now.

This is so Freaking Cool

Bringing numerological significance to nuptial.

And the link to the explanation, for those interested.

Rainy Days and Deck Additions Always Get Me Down

I'm getting tired of getting all the really difficult projects - the additions to the fucked up houses, the as-builts of the mangled victorian apartments, the unbuildable hillside houses.

I watch my officemate blast through the new construction stuff - able to just design away, then plug 'n' chug through the Construction Documents because it's all his work.
Then I can't think of a single project I've been able to do that with.

Do you know how good I'm sure that makes him look in the eyes of the bosses, and how bad I feel like I must look in comparison?

It starts to make me frustrated and nihilistic about the state of things. By this point, even if I'm "short time" in getting out of here, this situation needs to be discussed and rectified with my boss.

Coming Attractions

Well, all the explanantion in the world could not describe our coworker Philip's sweaters. There's a nonstop supply, and each is worse than the one before.So coming soon we will be posting "spy" photos of the greatest hits.

So be on the lookout for the Sweaterblog.

I Am The Easy Button

So worn and beaten down by this place that I haven't even updated in like three months. The Deathmarch continues in the new year, fuckers. A little bit louder, a little bit worse.

Wrong Side of the Wrong Guy

Postscript from yesterday: the review was not bloodshed in the slightest.

In other news, the new guy in the office, the Pill, has had every chance to prove himself not a shit in my eyes. And he has failed.

He thanked me the first week he was here for going out of my way to make him feel welcome, and my response was simply that we had to work with him, might as well make it pleasant. Apparently, he said that didn't keep people from not being nice other places he'd worked.

If a problem is persistent enough in one's life, you have to start beginning to think that the problem is yours, not the universe's. The Pill's problem is his. And his problems aren't mine.