Some Days in the Life - May 8, 1999

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Mason came in and interviewed with us yesterday. He presented well, had a good coat and responded well to verbal commands. We think he's got a good chance of taking the Hunting Group. There's a poodle who might challenge him for the all-around, however. We'll see what happens. It puts us in a good position, though. We have to interview at least three people for each position, so now we (and naturally he) waits.

Work was rather long but productive, otherwise. I got a good amount of stuff done. Oddly, my most productive days at work come from when I'm really tired. I can't explain it -- maybe when I'm tired, my brain shuts off and the rest of me goes through the motions. And maybe going through the motions gets a lot more work done than we previously suspected. At least, when you're in my position.

On the other hand, yesterday's journal entry was full of really crappy typos and errors, all based on my fatigue, so who knows what quality my work was yesterday. Well, no one lost a limb.

I considered going back today and making corrections, and I didn't. Let it be an incoherent entry. I wrote it either under the gun and tired in an airport or really tired at work in the morning. That's who and what I was when I was typing. It seems like cheating to go back and edit the next day. While I don't pretend I'm not writing for an audience (give yourselves a hand -- no really, you deserve it) when I blow a day I'm not going to muck with it.

After work, Mason and I hit the road, despite our fatigue. We went to Chunky's in Maine. Chunky's is a Theater Pub and by far the most civilized way on Earth to see a movie. It's a full restaurant, and the seats are Lincoln Town Car seats (literally) set on rollers. You can recline them, move them around, and just sink into them. We ate nachos (which I got all over me -- that fatigue coming out again) and then had meals, and watched Waking Ned Divine, which is an excellent movie. Subtle. Not the least predictable, but what the heck. You could accept the existence of all these people.

Mostly, we drove and we talked. And that's the best part of having Mason here. The part that makes me hope he gets hired. I like having a person who I can just pal with. Someone who's a friend who I can go to movies (bad or good) on a whim with. Someone I can banter with. Well, I can banter with Eileen but we can't run off to movies on a whim often. Her fiancé would take a dim view to it, I think.

Mason I could do this with. And that would be very nice indeed.

I went to bed early -- the fatigue being just too much for me. I think I slept twelve hours. Mason stayed up and chatted online for a while, then got up a bit after I did. Today we're going to hit the road again, see the ocean, see my folks and go to The Mummy if we can find it. A nice day, I think. We'll both be more awake than yesterday, too. And we'll talk.

Sound boring? Well, maybe. But it's his vacation, not yours. And I'm just the host. We don't have to be any more interesting than that.

It's a very short entry today. Too much to do and too nice a day (though overcast) to spend it inside. Got to hit the shower and see the world, dang it. And maybe have another cup of tea. I love Saturdays, and this is the first one I've had completely off in a month. I'm going to enjoy it. I hope you do too.