smart, but doesn't make it any easier
REALLY hadda take a day off today. No run, no ellip. REALLY hadda recover.
The 1/2, though my time suuuuuuuuucked really beat me up. Why? Dunno. Aging? Diet? Rest? Head space? Bottom line: running yesterday am might've been a mistake. Really had dead legs.
PLUS, got my validation yesterday, which was upheld this am. The waste of life social worker in the previous note, and this am, I have a staff relate how a former staffperson is a carpetbagging scumbag. I pegged 'em both.
Again, doing the right thing isn't always painless, but gotta do it. Not entirely unlike taking today off. Tough to force yourself to NOT run.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
strange but true!!!!!
ok, remember we lost one of two social workers?
YEARS ago, when I was starting out on Ward's Island, in the since closed Manhattan ATC, I had a supervisor to end all supervisors. Said he do "whatever it took" to KEEP me from promotions. Even better: made it a POINT to interrupt a group I was doing, THEN has the balls to ask "what was wrong with that group?" To which I, of course, replied "you walked through it?" He and I didn't quite fit.
Guess who's #1 on a preferred list????? Amazing, utterly amazing.
For this sixty second period, it's good to be me.
YEARS ago, when I was starting out on Ward's Island, in the since closed Manhattan ATC, I had a supervisor to end all supervisors. Said he do "whatever it took" to KEEP me from promotions. Even better: made it a POINT to interrupt a group I was doing, THEN has the balls to ask "what was wrong with that group?" To which I, of course, replied "you walked through it?" He and I didn't quite fit.
Guess who's #1 on a preferred list????? Amazing, utterly amazing.
For this sixty second period, it's good to be me.
day 966
wow
My time in the NYC Half REALLY sucked (2 1/2 hrs), BUT, I finished.
Like I said in the earlier post, really hard to run-and do well-with zero motivation (let alone zero carbs).
This am? Yep, hadda run. Couldn't help myself. SHOULD'A taken a day off, but alas, couldn't. Too much going on in my head. Not the least of which is looking @ the facility with new eyes. It's ONE thing to see the building through the eyes of an employee. TOTALLY different to see it through the eyes of The Man.
WILL be sad to lose a peep. My Man in Staten Island's coming retirement will result in the loss of a peep. So it goes...
My time in the NYC Half REALLY sucked (2 1/2 hrs), BUT, I finished.
Like I said in the earlier post, really hard to run-and do well-with zero motivation (let alone zero carbs).
This am? Yep, hadda run. Couldn't help myself. SHOULD'A taken a day off, but alas, couldn't. Too much going on in my head. Not the least of which is looking @ the facility with new eyes. It's ONE thing to see the building through the eyes of an employee. TOTALLY different to see it through the eyes of The Man.
WILL be sad to lose a peep. My Man in Staten Island's coming retirement will result in the loss of a peep. So it goes...
Sunday, March 18, 2012
day 965
hmmmmmmmm
Did the Nyc half, I THOUGHT alone, but once you make peeps, you never alone. Elik Facebooked me predawn-my kinda guy, and brotherfromanothermother called as I was heading to the corrals. Lovely. Really felt embraced.
Unfortunately, my performance sucked, but I had no real motivation other than to enjoy it. 7+ miles in CP, ouch. BUT, the rest more than made up for it. The downside-CP wears your ass out, so you have little left for the easy/flat west side highway. Alas, glad I did it. AND, my NYRR peeps recognized me, as did Randy. STILL miss Pret and the crew, but now really realize, anyone who gives you that "forever" crap is really full of it-you're really just a flavor of the month. Still, glad I did it.
The after part sucked BIG TIME. You're fenced in for another mile-exactly like The Big One. HORRIBLE!!!!! THEN, you're forced to head to South Street Seaport. FUCK.
***Interesting side note: in the last mile, they had spotters to pull bandits off. When they saw I had no bib, they asked, pulled me over, I showed them the D tag and told them to call and verify. They let me go. When will they get their shit together????
*******And funnier STILL: we're @ Pedrito's family dinner yesterday, Sybil prattles on about how it had a yen for Calzone late Friday night. Now, again, give that a moment. No $ to give Stoney for lunch, but for itself and it's selfish craving??? Amazing. A total cunt.
***********Icing on the cake: now that the weather's even NICER (thank you global warming, mildest winter EVER), the Bitch is prattling on about sitting in the back sunning, after discussing having repeated procedures to have melanomas removed from It's forehead. Smart.
STILL, a very productive week. Between being told my name had been submitted for the brass ring, and the Nyc Half, a very good week. Next week, the 13.1 in Flushing Meadows. Looking forward to it (though, like this one, you gotta go all the way into fucking Manhattan to get your number (???!!!!!), BUT, they DO have day of race.
Did the Nyc half, I THOUGHT alone, but once you make peeps, you never alone. Elik Facebooked me predawn-my kinda guy, and brotherfromanothermother called as I was heading to the corrals. Lovely. Really felt embraced.
Unfortunately, my performance sucked, but I had no real motivation other than to enjoy it. 7+ miles in CP, ouch. BUT, the rest more than made up for it. The downside-CP wears your ass out, so you have little left for the easy/flat west side highway. Alas, glad I did it. AND, my NYRR peeps recognized me, as did Randy. STILL miss Pret and the crew, but now really realize, anyone who gives you that "forever" crap is really full of it-you're really just a flavor of the month. Still, glad I did it.
The after part sucked BIG TIME. You're fenced in for another mile-exactly like The Big One. HORRIBLE!!!!! THEN, you're forced to head to South Street Seaport. FUCK.
***Interesting side note: in the last mile, they had spotters to pull bandits off. When they saw I had no bib, they asked, pulled me over, I showed them the D tag and told them to call and verify. They let me go. When will they get their shit together????
*******And funnier STILL: we're @ Pedrito's family dinner yesterday, Sybil prattles on about how it had a yen for Calzone late Friday night. Now, again, give that a moment. No $ to give Stoney for lunch, but for itself and it's selfish craving??? Amazing. A total cunt.
***********Icing on the cake: now that the weather's even NICER (thank you global warming, mildest winter EVER), the Bitch is prattling on about sitting in the back sunning, after discussing having repeated procedures to have melanomas removed from It's forehead. Smart.
STILL, a very productive week. Between being told my name had been submitted for the brass ring, and the Nyc Half, a very good week. Next week, the 13.1 in Flushing Meadows. Looking forward to it (though, like this one, you gotta go all the way into fucking Manhattan to get your number (???!!!!!), BUT, they DO have day of race.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
day 964
life according to plan C/Not what I expected, but...
So, @ the Director's meeting, Uber Boss pulls me aside with the "can I speak with you for a moment" thing. FUCK. Turns out, he was telling me I was nominated for-and was receiving a bonus. And he wanted to keep it quiet as several were in the runing but obviously didn't get it. Wow. ME????? Of course, THAT got me thinking. My Administrative Brotherfromanothermother is retiring, sick of waiting for the director's gig. I'm thinkin' "they're putting someone ELSE in BOTH gigs, and giving me $$$ to ease the pain of being overlooked," but, keep doing my best anyway. Last day of the conference, we're trying to make a clean getaway, he AGAIN asks for a moment, FUCK ME. Here comes the bad news. Turns out, he tells me my name was submitted for the big gig, the brass ring, I'm nominated to be in with the big boys. Nice. So, despite eccentricities, the agency DOES recognize hard work. Nice. Now, even if i DON'T get it, I'll have done all I can.
This am, ran, then hurry hurry hurry-back to Toxichouse, shower, then off to the LIRR to get to Penn to get to number/bib pickup. HATE this part, then back home. KILLED me because Pete was supposed to come over to get a computer for my nephew-thus my hurrying. But no. He was too tired. Hey, after looking out for me for so long, I gave him that-thuogh I DID bypass an opportunity to hang with my peeps in manhattan. Frankly, glad I passed-NYC was a FUCKING GREEN DISASTER. I can truly say I hate St.Patty's day. All these drunken/fat/sloppy assholes.
So, hurried back, then out to family dinner. Kevin is in town. All the fam there, Bitch and Stoney seperately. He was being a bitch, so fuck 'em both. Went on my own. Didn't need their bullshit.
Thank GOD for the NYC Half tomorrow-though damn them!!! The shirt's green-very funny.
So, @ the Director's meeting, Uber Boss pulls me aside with the "can I speak with you for a moment" thing. FUCK. Turns out, he was telling me I was nominated for-and was receiving a bonus. And he wanted to keep it quiet as several were in the runing but obviously didn't get it. Wow. ME????? Of course, THAT got me thinking. My Administrative Brotherfromanothermother is retiring, sick of waiting for the director's gig. I'm thinkin' "they're putting someone ELSE in BOTH gigs, and giving me $$$ to ease the pain of being overlooked," but, keep doing my best anyway. Last day of the conference, we're trying to make a clean getaway, he AGAIN asks for a moment, FUCK ME. Here comes the bad news. Turns out, he tells me my name was submitted for the big gig, the brass ring, I'm nominated to be in with the big boys. Nice. So, despite eccentricities, the agency DOES recognize hard work. Nice. Now, even if i DON'T get it, I'll have done all I can.
This am, ran, then hurry hurry hurry-back to Toxichouse, shower, then off to the LIRR to get to Penn to get to number/bib pickup. HATE this part, then back home. KILLED me because Pete was supposed to come over to get a computer for my nephew-thus my hurrying. But no. He was too tired. Hey, after looking out for me for so long, I gave him that-thuogh I DID bypass an opportunity to hang with my peeps in manhattan. Frankly, glad I passed-NYC was a FUCKING GREEN DISASTER. I can truly say I hate St.Patty's day. All these drunken/fat/sloppy assholes.
So, hurried back, then out to family dinner. Kevin is in town. All the fam there, Bitch and Stoney seperately. He was being a bitch, so fuck 'em both. Went on my own. Didn't need their bullshit.
Thank GOD for the NYC Half tomorrow-though damn them!!! The shirt's green-very funny.
Friday, March 16, 2012
day 963
:)
Actually had a fun night out @ dinner w/the other Directors, then caught my almighty 30 Rock AND The Office-with no one screaming over nothing. Remember, the past 2 days involved rage over 1)I put away a chair the Bitch left in the backyard, and 2)It decided It didn't like my things on a particular shelf-after they'd been there for years. What a peaceful night.
AND, got my miles in this am, AND a quick swim. Life is good!!!
Actually had a fun night out @ dinner w/the other Directors, then caught my almighty 30 Rock AND The Office-with no one screaming over nothing. Remember, the past 2 days involved rage over 1)I put away a chair the Bitch left in the backyard, and 2)It decided It didn't like my things on a particular shelf-after they'd been there for years. What a peaceful night.
AND, got my miles in this am, AND a quick swim. Life is good!!!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
day 962
I LOVE my job!!!!!
Sometimes, life is good.
Last night, Bitch comes home (11:47pm) makes it a point to slam doors, come into the bedroom, open/close/slam drawers. When Keith asked ???, It replies "he was vacuuming and making noise first thing in the morning..." Now think...It came in after ANOTHER night out (AA). Guess It wasn't exactly serene, coming in with a rage agenda. Of course, what It neglected to mention is that I was vacuuming because It left apple peels all over the floor. THAT nugget didn't make the front page. Bitch.
So, here I am in Albany-2 day Director's meeting. Good. Let 'em live without me. And I get a good night's sleep. Bitch free.
...and you bet your ASS I got my miles in this am. :)
Sometimes, life is good.
Last night, Bitch comes home (11:47pm) makes it a point to slam doors, come into the bedroom, open/close/slam drawers. When Keith asked ???, It replies "he was vacuuming and making noise first thing in the morning..." Now think...It came in after ANOTHER night out (AA). Guess It wasn't exactly serene, coming in with a rage agenda. Of course, what It neglected to mention is that I was vacuuming because It left apple peels all over the floor. THAT nugget didn't make the front page. Bitch.
So, here I am in Albany-2 day Director's meeting. Good. Let 'em live without me. And I get a good night's sleep. Bitch free.
...and you bet your ASS I got my miles in this am. :)
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