Author: Josh

My meeting this morning wasn’t bad at all. I slept like crap last night though. My boss is straight-to-the-point: “We’ll get it fixed. Now go fix it.” ;-)

In other biological news: On Tuesday, Clyde and I had our regular two sessions of sparring. We decided it would be to our benefit if we practiced sparring with our right foots forward as we both favor our left legs for fast kicks. With both of us using our right legs up front, we’d have to get used to using them.

I, still favoring my left leg, used said left leg for power kicks. I kicked Clyde somewhere in the mid section and immediately felt a sharp pain in my left big toe. I babied my left foot for the rest of the night.

I missed TKD on Thursday because my toe hurt. Today, after half of my foot reached a nice purplish-black, decided that I broke my toe. It’s pretty gross looking. I’d take a picture, but I gave my camera to John so he can take pictures when the baby’s born.

I’m walking out the door now – I have to pick up Elise from work then we’re going to see Good Charlotte at the Music Hall.

I came home from work this evening and logged on to my work computer to, well, work. I got an e-mail from my boss. I have a “first thing tomorrow a.m.” meeting per his request. It’s not going to be a good meeting.

This is after I got a response from a sales report I sent him this afternoon. He asked what numbers I could pull off before the end of the month. I wrote him back and basically bit off more than I could chew. Just after hitting the send button, I looked at my desk calendar… “Shit, I have 5 working days left in the month. Where the hell did November go?”

October’s outside sales weren’t hot at all. I’m feeling it now. I’m in a crunch and I have this meeting in the morning.

Not looking forward to tomorrow morning.

I had a weird dream this morning just before the alarm sounded. I was walking down a busy street just past dawn when I suddenly turned into a variation of Wolverine. I screamed and stammered violently down the street. I became extremely hungry. I walked into an animal shelter and with both hands, skewered two large dogs (I think they were Rottweiler/Pit Bull mixes) just below the base of the neck. I immediately ate half of one of the dogs. An employee from the animal shelter nonchalantly advised me that I ought not do such a thing again as it is frowned upon by most of the employees.

I walked off with dog blood on my face and chest.

[Jump to next dream scene]

I’m my regular self. I’m riding a bicycle on the shoulder of a frontage road. It reminded me of the northbound frontage road of I-35 just before the Ben White intersection. I witnessed another bicycler get assaulted by a group of guys in a blinged out blood red Cadillac Escalade. The Escalade pulled up in front of the bicyclist, the rear passenger-side driver held 4×4 from out of the door and the driver slammed on the breaks, knocking the bicyclist off of his bike and onto the pavement. Four guys, all of different races exited the vehicle and began pummeling their victim as he lay on the concrete.

I continued to ride along as I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

[Jump to next dream scene]

I’m still riding my bicycle. Three people are walking along side of me. I can’t make out two of the individuals. The only one I can remember is my antagonist. He’s a black male in his early 20s. He keeps harping me about something and I keep trying to pedal along. Finally he becomes to much of an obstruction so I get off and begin walking my bike. He stays right along side of me, egging me on. I don’t know what he wants from me and I’ll I’m trying to do is keep from getting into a fight. I try to be rational but he won’t hear it. His two cronies (one of which I think was a female) maintain their positions a few steps behind us. I keep telling him that he’s not going to get anything from me and that I’m not going to fight. I tell him that fighting won’t accomplish anything. I finally make it to some sort of empty venue. The place was either some sort of depot or the box office side of a stadium. The facade was a deep red. My antagonist was still there. I was nervous and scared. I woke up.

…Take those lemons, squeeze them in a fist full of JB Weld and thumb tacks and shove ’em right back in life’s ass.

We found a leak in our ceiling in the kitchen late this evening. I’ve been up in the attic all night trying to find the source of the leak. I found a leaky PVC pipe. I thought the leak was coming from a joint in the pipe. I took a plastic plate, two tubes of JB Weld and a fresh roll of duct tape into the attic to fix the problem. I quickly realized that the leak is coming from the seam where the roof meets the PVC pipe – not the joint in the pipe.

I have a 90% chance of rain tomorrow and a roof that needs to be inspected. I’m pissed. I’m frustrated. Work sucks. Thanksgiving traveling plans are frustrating. Buying Christmas presents… leaky roof… Riley has a cold…

I have to go crawl up into the attic now and empty the bucket we’re using to catch the drip. I have to set my alarm for 4 a.m. so I can empty said bucket again. I can’t sleep. Arrrrghhh.

I’ve given up on IE. I spent approximately 3 hours today trying to get the new feel of the website to look right in both Firefox and IE. It won’t work in IE. So download and use Firefox. Janicek.com looks fine in Firefox and Safari. As of right now, I’m completely ditching Microsoft’s Internet Explorer at home. I’ll have to use it at work for test purposes, but will hate every minute of it.

This weekend has been gloomy. I came home from work on Friday evening to a wife in the kitchen cooking spaghetti with homemade meat sauce. After dinner we watched Ocean’s 11 and Elise bought plane tickets online for our Christmas trip to Des Moines this year. I’m glad Elise shopped for the tickets because had it been left up to me, I would have just bought whatever to get it done. Elise saved us $250 by being patient.

On Saturday John came over and we went to the Oak Hill Liquor Store to buy cigars for the soon-to-be new arrival. John went home and I organized the garage so we can park the X and Jeep. Very tight squeeze.

Elise went to work for an hour or so. When she got back, we headed out so I could get my hair cut and to do some shopping. We went to Sam’s to buy floor mats for the truck. We left with no floor mats but a new trash can for the kitchen, 50 pack spindle of CDRs, toothpaste, soap, paper towels and jeans for Elise. We went to O’Reilly and Auto Zone for a new windshield wiper blade for the X and wiper refills for the Jeep. That took forever. We also looked for floor mats at both stores. We decided to go back to Sam’s and buy the set of floor mats we saw there.

We went home and tried to decide what we wanted to make of our Saturday evening. We went to Big Lots to do some browsing. We splurged. A 25′ extension cord and cinnamon waxed dental floss for $5. Not necessities, but when you find yourself in Big Lots, you’ll find something to buy. We had a nice, quiet dinner at Flip’s Satellite Cafe. After dinner we walked over to Blockbuster and rented Old Yeller. I had accepted the fact that I might get a little choked up during the viewing of this movie. I didn’t. It was pointed out that it had probably been 20 years since I had last seen Old Yeller. Still a great movie nonetheless.

Today is rainy and cold. Elise is writing down recipes so we can go grocery shopping. I think we’re also going to buy our Christmas present for each other – a new garage door opener. I’ve given up on having it repaired. I damn sure won’t be calling Gordon’s Overhead Doors. Ever.

We picked up the Expedition from Munday Ford in Bastrop last night. $104 later, I have a truck that fires on all cylinders. We got the truck home, I spend half an hour surgically removing the Bevo emblem from the back. I then tried to park it in our garage. That’s going to be a tight squeeze with a Jeep, motorcycle, lawn mower and 200 gallon trash can.

I drove it to work today and set the cruise control. Hwy 71 to Marble Falls is hilly. That truck trying to maintain 70 MPH on that route makes for some high RPMs.

Work isn’t getting any easier. Just when I see a light at the end of the tunnel, I get kicked back a mile or so. Just when I was thinking it was time to point DNS to our new host, I found code errors. And lots of them. Lots of them times 400 client websites.

This past weekend wasn’t really a weekend. I got home from work late Friday night and mindlessly watched TV until Elise got home from work around 1 a.m.

Elise had to go back to work early on Saturday. I fell out of bed around 9 and hit the garage to change the oil in my truck. I drained all of the oil and then realized that I only had 3 quarts of new oil. I hopped on the trusty Shadow and rode to the nearest convenience store for the 4th quart.

I changed my oil, took a shower and headed to work. I worked until around 8 p.m. I stopped at Blockbuster on the way home to rent Dawn of the Dead. All copies were out. So I went home and paid bills. I’m a wild and crazy guy on Saturdays.

Elise and I got up on Sunday and cleaned our vehicles. We then drove to La Grange to meet my parents and brother for lunch and to pick up the Expedition. Elise drove my truck and I drove the Expedition. No power and shaking. It didn’t take long to realize that it was misfiring. Dad pressure washed the engine for me last week and I think that a wire was knocked loose. I drove (very slowly) the the Ford dealership in Bastrop and left the key and a note as to what had happened.

Bum deal.

We got home around 5 and then went to Fry’s. Surprisingly I wasn’t a victim of any impulse buys other than a couple of Cokes. I cooked a couple ribeyes for dinner and we spent the rest of the evening outside discussing the ways we were raised and what it will be like if we ever get around to having kids.

I set my alarm extra early because I needed to get to work at the crack of dawn today. I forgot to turn my alarm on. Luckily I woke myself up at 6:30. I tried really hard to convince myself that today was Saturday. No luck.

The oscillating space heater is awesome. I was excited to get out of bed this morning to see how well it heated the bathroom.

Work was hell today. I brought the iBook in so I could have three computers working for me. I used my computer, the iBook and one of our network servers to upload image files to our new server. I felt like an air traffic controller.

I fought like crap in TKD class tonight. Clyde and I were both off. We’ve been sparring each other for a year and a half now. We have our individual styles but have gotten so used to each other that we’re both wearing down in a way. We both prefer to fight in an open stance (with our right foot back as we favor our left legs for quick hits). I’ve managed to do a number on Clyde’s left elbow with side kicks and attempted kidney punches that has left us to spar relatively lightly.

The drive to and from work has been stressful. 1) because I accidentally left my tape adapter in the X which is at my parents’ house so I can’t listen to the iPod. 2) since the air is nippy nowadays, deer are all over the place. There are deer carcasses all over Hwy 71 between here and Marble Falls. There aren’t enough buzzards to scavenge the death.

We finally got all of the paperwork to have the loan funded for the X. We’re going to the bank tomorrow to sign the lines so we can (hopefully) pick up the truck from my parents’ house on Sunday.

Being a manager is stressful. It’s 11 p.m. I’m working. I’ve been doing this for for the past week and a half. Our corporate website as well as our client websites haven’t been working correctly due to a software upgrade since the 16th of September. I finally moved us to a dedicated server at a new (and reliable) host here in Austin. I’m in the process of mirroring our websites to our local network. I use GoToMyPC to login to my work computer and have been downloading our website files from our old host and moving them to the new dedicated server. In the meantime, for the past two weeks, I’ve had to deal with customers who ask what’s wrong with their website. I can’t answer because their existing website isn’t technically managed by me.

Also, my goto employee informed me on Monday that she’s moving to Arkansas at the end of the month. Hearing that was like seeing a yellow lab puppy getting punted into a dumpster topped with razor wire.

So work is killing me. I wake up thinking about it. I usually have to login to my work computer even before I leave for work to put out some fire. Then I have to drive an hour, get to work and play HR, play webmaster, play customer service representative, return phone calls, respond to e-mails, try to be productive, contemplate having lunch, put our fires… then it’s 5. I try to leave around 5:30 or 6 – usually because I have to go to Tae Kwon Do. Then I have to come home and login to my work computer to check my e-mail… then Elise comes home and she’s had problems at work and, and, and…

Anyway – It’s cold outside. I hate it. I’m moving to Mexico. I left work today and went to Wal-Mart with Sherrie. That was my escape today. I bought my space heater for the bathroom because I hate the cold weather. Did I mention that yet? I bought a ceramic oscillating space heater with a remote control.

I’m looking forward to waking up and (stressing about work) cranking up the space heater while in the shower so the bathroom will be nice and toasty by the time I get out.

Between the leftover Halloween candy and the hefty lunch at Margarita’s in Marble Falls today, I think I’ve put on 10 lbs. I’m miserable. I need a stomach pump.

I went out onto the back patio last night around 8:30. Felt nice. I went back outside around 9. Cold. So now it’s dark at 5:30 and cold. I hate it. I’m ready for Summer.

I came home from TKD tonight and took a shower. I got out of the shower and was cold. Now I’m watching the election coverage and shopping for a space heater for the master bathroom.

I had a dream this morning – it was one of those dreams that wakes you up from a dead sleep.

I was driving the cool Toyota pickup to work. Hwy 71 West is two lanes both ways. I was in the right lane and an 18-wheeler was in the left lane. I was traveling faster than the 18-wheeler. I was quickly approaching a van in my lane, so I sped up so I could get into the left lane to pass the van. As I did this, the 18-wheeler sped up. I attempted to merge into the left lane. I knew the 18-wheeler was in my blind spot, but I didn’t know he was that close. I knew I was going to cut him off. I was doing this because he sped up intentionally so I would have to wait for him to pass me before I could pass the van.

My left rear wheel caught the front right quarter panel of the rig, lifting the back of my truck and catapulting me forward. This all happened in the blink of an eye and with massive force. It scared the hell out of me and I woke up.

So I spent nearly $200 on Halloween decorations. I have a killer multimedia setup in the ‘kids room’ that displays spooky heads that look like they’re floating in mid-air. I have scary music piping out through the windows in the front of the house. I have strobe lights. I’m wearing a Michael Meyers costume.

I was excited about our first Halloween in our first house. I’ve had 10-15 groups of kids ring the door bell chanting “Trick or Treat”. I’m yet to see a clever costume. I kid you not, the last trick-or-treater I greeted was a box. Seriously. It was an 11 year old girl who had a Ryder box covering the top half of her body. Where’s the creativity, the enthusiasm, the tradition?!?

In other Halloween-related news, Elise and I went to a Halloween party last night. I lacked the enthusiasm as I didn’t dress up (full-faced Michael Meyers mask doesn’t make well for active socializing). Elise, John and Christine, however all had awesome costumes. John and Christine are going to hell though.