Yeah so it’s been a few days of ups and downs, hard work, triumph, plum-baits and the usual routine of trying to move ever upwards through the forces of inertia.
What can I say about the plum baits? The ex-girlfriend who popped up to tell me that a substantial amound of the straight set at uni were meeting for the weekend for a reunion. Momentary sharp pang of indignation, for where was my embossed invitation? Nowhere blad, too many harsh recriminations for that and a case of delegating a set of friends to one party when two people split up. Still, why did she tell me that and why did she pop up that precise moment as I sweated it across London on an early morning Northern Line train? A sure sign that I should leave the early mornings well alone.
But why was I sweating it across London and why was I up so early. It was because this week saw the emergence of two polar opposites as deadlines came down and the weasels jumped ship, hopefully for their strength to fail somewhere 200 yards off the shore. One opposite, the person I had hired to deliver some work, to provide programming nous that I lacked. Where was he when the chips came down, and the client popped up insisting that Monday was the day for me to finish a giant and noticeably incomplete project? Nowhere, that’s where. Not contactable by phone, email, blog or smoke signal. A real fucking letdown. But no matter because into the fray stepped his opposite, legendary programming genius Kuga Flak to dispense his own brand of high speed coding solution, to scoop me and my design pal out of the doldrums and deliver us with a chance of making the deadline again. Words can’t sum up how much I appreciate this help from a good friend.
So we had a chance again. Not much chance, but at least used to that I suppose. Work through the night, work through the day, stop for maroot, get going again.
It looks like we might just make it, but perhaps I won’t speak too soon. Just check out this website if you want to see the focus of our endeavours, nearly turned round and gleaming.
And what else? What else happened today? Well I guess this part’s the light at the end of the tunnel, perhaps the proof that the pudding’s worth making (or baking?). More work on the horizon and therefore the imminent possibility that the first three months of the soon to be realised part-time dream are paid for, possible, and spent with head held high.
funny how these chance meetings always occur in the early morning, when you’re least equipped to pull off the necessary “things are so good with me I’d rather not speak too much about it for fear of making you feel bad” caper. Seems she didn’t try too hard on that tip though. I wouldn’t worry about catching up with the straight gang my man, they’ll have spent the weekend incessantly droning on about what cars they drive, what mortgage provider they are going to switch to next and bluetoothing eachother pictures of rat cocks. Plus, all the fitties will have become blimps by now. In short, you were better off pulling an all-nighter at work.