The Proudest Monkey

Brenda went to work before I did this morning and kind of set the tone for the rest of the day. I was free to do whatever I wanted to do. The house was mine and I logged on to read some journals, because I didn't have the opportunity to do so last night.

Then I left for work as late as possible and still made it in time for the first meeting of the day, where we talk about what went wrong the previous day. Once again I stress the fact that eighty percent of my job is procedural and twenty percent of it is technical. We spend far more time talking about doing things than actually doing them.

After the gripping meeting, I proceeded to the kitchen and prepared my morning breakfast. I decided to have one of about five hamburgers that I brought with me from supper last night. Yes, Brenda makes more than just four hamburgers for the two of us. I believe if I counted correctly that she made ten hamburgers, but I could be wrong. The woman does not seem to believe in two people portions.

While eating the hamburger, I perused the latest issue of The New Yorker at my desk and tried to decide what I should do tonight. Nick suggested that I go see a movie that Brenda would never go see. It sounded like a good idea, but nothing came to mind that I wanted to see.

Later in the morning, I sat through another meeting discussing how to rework our current flow of database changes. What we did was determine what we will and will not do for the customer within a certain timeframe. Now its a matter of seeing if we can get everyone to adhere to the policy. Yes, I can be very methodical if I have to be. I just put the artistic temperament aside and talk in a much more rational manner. Sometimes it even produces good results.

Since Brenda was holding a candle party I spent the night at my apartment. After the party was done, she was expecting me to come over, but I was too tired and wanted to stay at my place. She seemed hurt like I knew she would be, but I think that we can survive one night apart in separate beds. Besides I knew that she was drunk and when I'm not drunk it doesn't seem nearly as appealing to be around someone who is drunk.