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Ok. Am out of the site...relesed and all that.

Am tired...almost more tired than I was when I didn't sleep for 36 hours or so...

Of course, part fo that is that I've been on my feet since 7:30ish this morning..Central time, and just now got back to the hotel I'm staying at again tonite.

Flight should be set up for tomorrow...of course, no idea how long my layover in Houston will be...am at that wonderful stage where I just want to be home again.

Found out that a friend just lost his mother...and am incredibly sad for him. I remember my grandfather, on his CDs that i made years ago, talking about how horrible he felt for someone who had lost their mother while they were young...he'd lost his in his later years, and it devastated him, so he couldn't imagine the feeling...just a random thought.

It's been a while since I listened to those CDs...probably almost about time again.

Yeah...was complimented the hell out of by the Project Coordinator..and, even asked at one point if I was former military..which got a chuckle and a "Um, no...what made you ask that?" His comment was my attention to detail..in this respect, keeping him updated regularly on what was going on, how the project was going, what was wrong...told him that was just part of customer service to me...

Got a thank you from the Hotel Manager...I'd apparently made a comment to someone that he was great to work with, and he was...and the comment filtered back, and he was proud.

Seriously...this has been an ok project, except for the distance, and mounting frustration at things beyond my control.

There's a lesson there...I know it's right in front of me...something I have to remind myself constantly, along the lines of "Control what you can, don't worry about what you can't..."

Wasted energy, and all that.

So, sleep...SOON. Don't even think I need an Ambien *HAH...I left that stuff at home...a one night job shouldn't have made it necessary* And, what will be a busy day tomorrow.

Too bad I can't be staying in Houston a bit...a "pen Pal" I'd like to meet is near there...ah well, just another reason to come back. Though, I've been told I won't want to come back to Brownsville, as it is not that great a place..it kinda reminds me of Edinburgh..but bigger, somehow.

And, as a parting thought...can anyone hear "Sitting on the Dock of the Bay" and not smile? Certain songs have been hitting me like that lately.

Gah, long, rambling post...but, better than the Emo Explosion earlier...sleep well.

Date: 2005-11-10 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
That was mark who Grampa was referring to. mark was 38 when his mother died. Talk to you soon....uncle.

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