Day 1 in the shit

The past two nights I have had dreams where I was in war situations. Night 1 I was involved in some clandestine operation where I stole upon an island dominated by religion and tried to take it down from the inside by causing mayhem. Night 2 I was chatting with a friend of a friend, all the while sizing him up because I knew he was an enemy combatant. When I went for the kill he jumped me and we fought. Both nights I woke up before either mission was succesful.

So going into day 1 of the shit I was not feeling at all comfortable that I had two straight nights of war dreams.

But the day went much better than I expected despite the fact that not a lot of actual work got accomplished. My anxiety always arises from walking blind into situations without being able to talk to everyone involved and get their input. I will listen to anyone's ideas. If it is better than mine, tally ho, congrats. If it is intelligent, I'll weigh it as if it were my own. If it sucks, I'll ignore it. Whatevs, I have perfect control of my ego and refuse to let it interfere with work.

So the first half of the day was troubleshooting. The original plans were laid out. They were all solid and logical, but issues I was having when concocting said plans were outed as bullshit so better plans were hatched. Long story short, by end of day all plans were either good to go or there was a better alternative reached. I am a happy man.

Retarded proud moment of the day: Coworker drops truck key down grate near Time Square, starts freaking out because truck is parked in front of fire hydrant. Another coworker comes out with wire hangar bent into hook and string to try to fish keys out. "I'm going to run upstairs to grab some washers to weigh it down. Might as well try to catch it while I'm gone." Why not? He came back five minutes later and in the midst of "Want to pull it back up and attach some washers?" I had it snagged and fished it up. I gots skills. Happy look on coworker's face priceless. No better way to alleave the pressure of a day than quickly perform a seemingly impossible task in front of an audience.

And I can break into a 15 passenger van in 2 minutes, 37 seconds, timed in winter '09. Better than police officer response time. Mad skills.

Tonight I go to sleep with the glorious nagging feeling that nothing can go wrong. Tomorrow I wake up and have at it take-no-prisoners style. I feel like a jungle cat stalking weak prey.