Hungary Jack's Bad 24 Hours
Posted: March 25 08, 6:45 am
Monday morning started off with a trip to an orthopede about my shoulder. My first doctor says surgery is needed to repair the cuff and labrum--no doubt about it. But this guy says "I'm not sure it's torn. I think you should wait another month." 
I go to work, where I find a few fire drills waiting. I call my "go to" analyst to get some data. He's out sick.
Around mid-day, I call the shop my wife and I inherited and now run. No answer. I call later. No answer. Shop manager calls me. "Where is A?" She's not at the shop. Looks like she flaked out and blew off work again! Now I have to fire her and change the locks on the store.
I get home. Shoulder aches. I go the gym, deal with some emails, and go to bed. At 6am, I hear a familiar pawing sound. Old cat has decided to pee on the new bedroom carpet.
6am. I get into the shower. I grab my lever soap and go to soap up the beard and moisturize my face. I literally stick the end of the bar of soap into my eye.
I'm thinking about going back to bed.
I go to work, where I find a few fire drills waiting. I call my "go to" analyst to get some data. He's out sick.
Around mid-day, I call the shop my wife and I inherited and now run. No answer. I call later. No answer. Shop manager calls me. "Where is A?" She's not at the shop. Looks like she flaked out and blew off work again! Now I have to fire her and change the locks on the store.
I get home. Shoulder aches. I go the gym, deal with some emails, and go to bed. At 6am, I hear a familiar pawing sound. Old cat has decided to pee on the new bedroom carpet.
6am. I get into the shower. I grab my lever soap and go to soap up the beard and moisturize my face. I literally stick the end of the bar of soap into my eye.
I'm thinking about going back to bed.
