I Wouldn't Mind a More Regular Schedule, Either


Had a nice weekend of baseball on Friday/Saturday. The Bock-fam & Co. tailgate went off without a hitch. I’m going to look at putting it together again next year, per the encouragement of a number of folks in attendance. The Brewers also won both the games I saw, and quite convincingly at that.

I realized last Thursday that I really need to watch the alcohol consumption now that I’m living in this town again. The opportunities for libations seem greater somehow in the MKE area, so I need to remind myself that a decent night’s rest, my (relatively) healthy weight, and low credit card balances are all predicated on OCCASIONAL social engagements involving intoxication. I’m going to keep myself more aware of the amount and frequency that I’m drinking, because I don’t want any of the aforementioned areas of my life to suffer.

Had the last two days off so I could get packing and stuff done up in Oshkosh. Originally, I had asked off for Thursday and Friday this week, but I’m glad things worked out as they did, because it turns out I need a lot more time than just two short days. I will be commuting for the rest of this week, and I think with those extra few hours in the evenings, I’ll be able to finish. Most of what needs to be packed is packed, but I haven’t really cleaned anything yet. I should disassemble some furniture when I get home.

I should also really get some work done, since I’ve been gone for two days.

The Point of Ignorance

In my experience, starting a new job is marked by a number of distinct benchmarks, by which you can chart your progress (this is the leading trait that distinguishes “starting a new job” from “occupying a fledgling democracy in the Middle East”).

I have reached the Point of Ignorance this week, and I find that encouraging. This is a time during which you feel fairly comfortable with the people, procedures, and surroundings, because your co-workers or supervisors have voiced their assurance/confidence in you, and you’ve personally noted successes that lead you to think they’re correct.

However, there is a Major Screw-Up looming on the horizon, which you will be guilty of perpetrating due to your ignorance of a little-known procedural point or little-used policy. The event will remind you that, despite your confidence, it will take time to master all the nuances of this place, but at the same time, you will have the evidence of those minor successes that leave you with the notion that you CAN, in fact, adapt.

So I’ve gotten a lot done already this morning. Time to carry on with that.


The last couple nights I’ve had trouble getting right to sleep really early, so that I can get ‘plenty of rest.’ On Sunday night, I didn’t go to sleep until shortly after midnight, and last night I sat awake in bed until about 12:30. Last night I was going to archive some old emails over to the server, but I wound up reading them instead. I’ve said it before, but I’m repeating because it’s true: I was funnier in 2003. I started to lose it in 2004, and by 05, I was the dense, festering lump of flesh you see before you today. Not sure what happened there.

But I digress.

Point was that in spite of not getting what one could call a desirable amount of sleep, I was up before the alarm both days, ready to get moving at about 5:40. Yesterday, I didn’t even hit a wall later in the day or whatever.

But, I did notice this morning that I was a little groggy when I got off the bus, and I think it’s because I was reading. I don’t know about you, but any time it’s late and I can’t fall asleep, I just open a book, and unless it’s remarkably compelling, I will be out in under 10 pages. I’m pretty sure I was dealing with the same effect here.

So, no more reading on the bus on the way into work. Unless it’s just the paper (i.e., Internet). That’s still OK. Newspapers are short, relatively speaking.

Also, listening to Streaming soundtracks this morning, and the main title from E.T. is waaaaaaay too long.

I really don’t like that movie.