So K left for Seattle today and had to catch a crazy ass flight at like 7 am from Newark due to Hurricane Irene related cancellations. As a result, she had to be up at 5 am. As a result, I decided to get up at 5 am as well. When you are so lucky as to be awake at a cringe-inducing time and you find yourself without a dull headache or a desperate wish to be asleep or so barely awake that you are basically blacked out with no memories...I can't help but burst with the awareness that I might be *super* productive, somehow, against all previous experiences. It is FIVE FUCKING AM. I can work out, have breakfast, clean the house and still be in the office an hour fucking early to work a 12 hour day, and I FEEL GREAT.
So I did it. I got up, had a leisurely cup of coffee, gave K a kiss goodbye and hopped on by blue bike and rode straight up the West Side Highway at 6 am. I rode and I rode and I rode. I listened to Jason Sudeikis on the WTFPodcast. I worried about my rear tire being slightly flat. I wore my bright yellow helmet. I put in a stupid tobacco snus packet I decided to try to quit smoking (again) (this time it's 8 days in). I had a wonderful time. An hour and 15 minutes later, I reached the George Washington Bridge, which I think is the only bike navigable bridge in NYC I haven't crossed. Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queensboro and now GWB. On a crisp cool and calm morning, it was a little bit amazing. It is so much higher than the east side bridges and the ability to see almost the entirety of New York was spellbinding. I crossed the bridge, switched up some podcasts (to Radiolab, of course) and made my way back. 26 miles today.
So I got home, got all ready for work and was determined to fix my motorcycle, because the battery had died several weeks earlier. I put on my ratty jeans, a white v neck t-shirt, grabbed the battery, grabbed the jumpers, a screwdriver, backpack, headphones and went straight out to fix the shit out of Butterbear. Twenty feet outside the door, I realized that, for the first time in THREE years, I neglected to grab my keys. 3 hours after K left to Seattle. Long story short, I called the Management Company who did not give a shit and then called the Super who said he would be here by 11:30 (why the fuck don't supers live in the building anymore? What good is it if my super lives in Queens and has to take the train to let me into my apartment?). I then wandered the East Village for 2 hours and was back by 11:30 sharp at which point I received a call that he was "on his way" and would be here in 45 minutes. I then checked my VM which I had received 2 minutes earlier in which he said he would be here in 30 minutes. I sat down on my front stoop and played Angry Birds for well over an hour before he arrived.
I arrived at work 5 hours behind schedule.
Ever cognizant of my laziness, I forced myself to clear out a few unpleasant tasks I just don't really feel like doing. The first is surfing through some of the pages of "competitors" and working through design templates for the business profiles and left some notes for the developer within a few of the pages being developed. The second is really trying to hammer out some of the credit analysis and finer points of financials and how that information is presented to the users and how to do that in a meaningful way without pushing reliance on this information. The third was going back through some of the yet to be posted blogposts. The fourth was figuring out whether to go to a national conference that will cost me over $1000 to go to, but may be exactly the people I need to meet.
Tomorrow will be better. It looks like my workflow is picking up. And when I'm actually working, it's good. It's just sometimes easier to re-check Slate than to dig into another piece of paper I don't really want to create.
So I did it. I got up, had a leisurely cup of coffee, gave K a kiss goodbye and hopped on by blue bike and rode straight up the West Side Highway at 6 am. I rode and I rode and I rode. I listened to Jason Sudeikis on the WTFPodcast. I worried about my rear tire being slightly flat. I wore my bright yellow helmet. I put in a stupid tobacco snus packet I decided to try to quit smoking (again) (this time it's 8 days in). I had a wonderful time. An hour and 15 minutes later, I reached the George Washington Bridge, which I think is the only bike navigable bridge in NYC I haven't crossed. Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queensboro and now GWB. On a crisp cool and calm morning, it was a little bit amazing. It is so much higher than the east side bridges and the ability to see almost the entirety of New York was spellbinding. I crossed the bridge, switched up some podcasts (to Radiolab, of course) and made my way back. 26 miles today.
So I got home, got all ready for work and was determined to fix my motorcycle, because the battery had died several weeks earlier. I put on my ratty jeans, a white v neck t-shirt, grabbed the battery, grabbed the jumpers, a screwdriver, backpack, headphones and went straight out to fix the shit out of Butterbear. Twenty feet outside the door, I realized that, for the first time in THREE years, I neglected to grab my keys. 3 hours after K left to Seattle. Long story short, I called the Management Company who did not give a shit and then called the Super who said he would be here by 11:30 (why the fuck don't supers live in the building anymore? What good is it if my super lives in Queens and has to take the train to let me into my apartment?). I then wandered the East Village for 2 hours and was back by 11:30 sharp at which point I received a call that he was "on his way" and would be here in 45 minutes. I then checked my VM which I had received 2 minutes earlier in which he said he would be here in 30 minutes. I sat down on my front stoop and played Angry Birds for well over an hour before he arrived.
I arrived at work 5 hours behind schedule.
Ever cognizant of my laziness, I forced myself to clear out a few unpleasant tasks I just don't really feel like doing. The first is surfing through some of the pages of "competitors" and working through design templates for the business profiles and left some notes for the developer within a few of the pages being developed. The second is really trying to hammer out some of the credit analysis and finer points of financials and how that information is presented to the users and how to do that in a meaningful way without pushing reliance on this information. The third was going back through some of the yet to be posted blogposts. The fourth was figuring out whether to go to a national conference that will cost me over $1000 to go to, but may be exactly the people I need to meet.
Tomorrow will be better. It looks like my workflow is picking up. And when I'm actually working, it's good. It's just sometimes easier to re-check Slate than to dig into another piece of paper I don't really want to create.
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Reminds me of a snippet from one of my favorite books of all time, "The Long, Dark Tea-Time of the Soul":
What he needed, he had been thinking, was a client. He had been thinking that as a matter of habit. It was what he always thought at this time of the morning. What he had forgotten was that he had one.
He stared wildly at his watch. Nearly eleven-thirty. He shook his head to try and clear the silent ringing between his ears, then made a hysterical lunge for his hat and his great leather coat that hung behind the door.
Fifteen seconds later he left the house, five hours late but moving fast.
Ha, lets hope that I am moving fast.
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