It's shit

Fuck me am I tired of people.

Propose a chintzy fee to ride a bike in Chicago?  Who cares.  Get your tits in a twist over this proposal and freak out about it?  Who cares.  Almost run me over on your way out of an alley b/c you weren't paying attention?  Who cares.  The old boss is moving jobs b/c of awkwardness with the new boss? 

Well, I actually care about that one, but only b/c it means even more awkwardness as we build a search for the new Assoc Dean.  Not awesome though.

Ultimately, I've finished a bottle of apple pie moonshine in just over a week and I'm going to have to find another bottle this weekend.  And I'm fighting off the urge to just say 'fuck it' and spend an hour right fucking now hunting another one down on my lunch break. 

Christ I need a drink and a burger right fucking now.

Current beer-scale: 9.2

Any excuse for a drink

Just found out I was accepted into an MBA program starting winter term.  Shouldn't be a huge surprise considering it's a program at the university where I'm currently employed and I had members of the administration writing my recommendation letters, but it was still nice to have confirmed.  It is a big change from originally applying to grad school, where my rejection letter wall was starting to rival some of the larger collections on my floor.

But it's a nice reason to have a drink with dinner tonite I guess, and that's all I need at this point.

Current beer-scale: 8.7

when it rains

it pours.

Couple of flats last week, not a big deal.  But I used my back-up tube, and couldn't get a patched one to work on the trek over the weekend.  Okay, I can still ride.

Rode to work this morning, couldn't get into the bike corral.  Turns out, demolition on the building started two days earlier than posted, and the building is closed.  Which is fine, but my lock was in there b/c I thought I had the two days that was posted.  And was still posted on the door when I got there this morning.  Fan-fucking-tastic. 

So I took a nice long walk to Kozy's at lunch, picked up a new lock (b/c there's little to no chance I ever see the one I've been using again) and a few tubes.  Took forever, but I needed to be outside for an hour anyway.  Let's hope the rest of the week picks up a little bit. 

Current beer-scale: 9.2 & rising

March > February

And April & May > March, but we're not quite there yet.

So a week into March and I've matched my ride total from February.  Nice.  And not to belabor the point but man did last month suck.  Even if we get the snow that's predicted for Monday, I'm looking at a month with three paycheck Fridays instead of two, second picture day at the daycare, and a day off at the end of the month for Good Friday.  Fuck yeah March.

Now I'm going to go home and use up some of those big ice cubes I've been making.

Current beer-scale: 7.8

7 hours!

Holy crap.  The little guy slept from a little after 10 PM last night until 5:30 this morning.  Yeah 5:30 AM was a little early for me, but I happily offered to get up and feed him when I realized just what had happened.  That was the best night's sleep I've had since late March. 

Current beer-scale: 8.1

I miss the road

I miss having a road bike.  Hopefully not for much longer, but we'll see. 

In other news, I managed to have three drinks last night.  All at a work function, all on the up and up.  It was fantastic, until I had to get up this morning.  Woof.

Current beer-scale: 6.6

drink drink drink, sleep...not so much

Well that nearly worked.

After not sleeping at all Sunday night, a few beers and whiskeys followed dinner in an attempt to at least get drunk enough to if not pass out, think of things more pleasant than work when it was time to sleep.
It worked for a few hours. In the middle of my 2nd whiskey it struck me how much I enjoy watching "Castle" and how for a procedural it's pretty great. Conan seemed to hit his monolog out of the park. I made it into bed and happily closed my eyes to call it a day.

What I didn't plan for was not being ready to start today when the alarm started. I'm not quite hungover, but I'm not exactly well-rested either. Oh well. Maybe some pizza will do a better job soaking up all the beer I'm planning on drinking at dinner tonight.

Current beer-scale: 5.5

screw the routine

Sometimes I feel like I'm on the far end of something, having made it through an extended unemployment to find a challenging new job where I'm well compensated. Four weeks in and I'm glad it's Friday but would be fine if it wasn't. I just wish my legs weren't so tired at the end of the week.

Having made a big change starting a new job, smaller shake-ups to the routine feel way easier to deal with. So thank goodness for the Air & Water show, a weekend I usually revile but thanks to taking a different route to work this morning I'm a little more "meh" on. It was too hot to speed down the path this morning anyway.

I did enjoy getting another interview call this week. Apparently, Chicago Park District works even slower than universities do since I haven't applied to anything in over a month, and my last park application is probably from about 10 weeks ago. Something I might have been interested in and good at--something I was probably very interested in when I actually applied. Things worked out differently though, and I can't complain. Turning them down wasn't the best part though. Just knowing that the application actually made it through the system was reassuring.

Current beer-scale: 9.8, converted from a remarkably high rye whiskey score.