How Did I Get Here?

Thursday

I really thought I was going to get away with something today. I didn’t.

I know I have led all of you down the primrose path with my promises of funny stories about the Dining In video but to sum it all up, I got tagged for it, I put a lot of initial work into it which then got shitcanned and I had to start over, this time with video.

My friend and fellow Company Commander came to my rescue because he is a pilot and if you ever want a smartass mockery made of someone or some thing, go with a pilot’s biting humor. He also knew how to video edit so he brought in his camera and we made the CO a script which he read into the camera.

Today, we set aside the entire day to do the editing and to do so, we decided we needed to do it at his house so instead of heading south the Depot, I headed north to John’s house.

This is where I thought I was getting away with something by skipping out of work and spending a work day at John’s house blissfully editing away and getting away with wholesale liberty theft.

After a dozen hours, sheer exhaustion kicked in and I wondered where my master plan had gone awry.

Take a project like this and estimate how much time it will take to finish.

Got that number in mind?

OK, triple it.

Do the same with effort.

And fatigue it will cause.

I would have rather gone to work.

Even a mid-afternoon break to go to Starbucks was like using an eyedropper to put out a forest fire.

A forest fire of work, fatigue, and yes, a bit of frustration in the mix.

But after hours and hours and hours of labor, we had the 90% solution (a term I’m coming to hate about as much as “how to suck the egg,” “circle the wagons,” and “walking the dog.”)

I left John’s place in the dark with the unshakable belief that this is the video they are going to fucking get whether they like it or not.

Free Advice for Today: “Sniff an open bottle of suntan lotion and a fresh lime to temporarily curb the winter blues.”