Closet Extremist

I hear you, I hear you.

Sorry I've been away for a little while, so let me make it up to you by telling what's been up since my last post a week ago. My lack of posting has been an effect of Beal, exhaustion, and being "broker than a convict" over the last little bit.

About three weeks ago, my roommate got canned from his job. He got shafted by the company he was with, as he went in there and did the job he was assigned to do, actually corrected some long-standing problems with the software he was working with, but managed to step on the toes of a few people in the process. They fired him right at the end of his three-month "Assessment Period" for the bullshit excuse of "poor communication skills". I think that they just hired him in as a "Closer", but they never bothered to let him know that. Alas, the upshot is that a large portion of my check is now going toward keeping this household afloat until he can get some other gainful employment. He's got a few prospects and has interviewed a few times, so I hope it won't be too long.

Work has been a bit trying here lately. They took the crew that was on second shift, and pulled them off to Memphis to do some work down there. They've run into some problems, so there's no telling when they'll be back to help us out. This has had the dual effect of putting us behind our timetable for completion of this modernization, and forced Kevin and I to do all the grunt-work as well as the head-work. We're making good progress, but it's taking a physical and mental toll on us both. When I get home each evening, I try to take at least one turn through my blogroll, then I get something to eat. Around 6:30, I'll sit down in my easy cahir, and watch some tube. I wind up slipping in and out of consciousness until around 8 or 8:30, and then I'm "up" until at least 1:00 AM. Completely zoned out, but I'm still more or less awake. Rest is at a premium, and I've not been getting enough. Ah well, C'est La Vie, so they say.

I've been maging to stay offa the hard stuff during the week, even though my reportage of it has been lax. Wednesday and Thursday, I had six beers each. Friday and Saturday I has a drop of the "Old Kentucky" but they don't count as it's the weekend. Last night, I had nine, and it looks to be that I'll hit a similar number tonight. Still no liqour during the week, so I've not had any more trady's to work. this is a good thing, and I feel pretty stinking all right about it. I'll give it some time to settle in, and then I'll work on dropping the beer intake as well. I'll try to keep everyone posted.

Now it's time for me to show some bloggy love to those who've shown me a little over the past little while. First off, I'd like to thank (newcomer to my comments) Richmond of One For the Road for stopping by. She's had a few nice things to say, and I appreciate her voicing her encouragement. The lovely and tallented Sarah K. of Mountaineer Musings, is offerring up a few prayers on my behalf, and (even as an unbeliever) I surely appreciate the sentiments. Contagion of Miasmatic Review left me some advice on keeping the drink to a minimum, and I certainly can use all the help I can get. Blog-Son Tuck of Thought Drizzle (even though he hasn't blogged in awhile. Shakes Fist!) left some thoughts about his own tribulations with the "Demon Spirits" and I thank him for the uplifting words. I missed both Bou's and Harvey's Birthday's, and for that I truly apologize. You both have been so kind, and I wasn't able to reciprocate. At least there's next year. I got to at least buy a beer or two for Blog-Daughter Sarah on her Birthday, and I'm pleased that I was able to spend time with her. Finally, both Eric and Tammi expressed concern over my lack of posting, and I certainly appreciate the concern. Many thanks go out to all of you. Hopefully, I'll do something soon to deserve your kindness.

More soon, If the Beal repeals.