I’m going to write a song called, “Please do the needful.” I’m not exactly sure what it actually means. When I first read it, I thought, “By any means necessary.”
I’ve come to the conclusion that it probably just means “please do what is needed”. Truncated English is going to become a specialty I suppose.
So, now I’m back in the rat race, running in my rat-wheel-cubicle. It’s a nice change of pace from working at a small tiny upstart (blood, sweat, tears, blood and more blood). I’m a small cog in a big machine rather than a small jellybean stuck between the tiny gears in the tiny machine. I digress.
At the moment I wrote this, I was surrounded by three cubicle walls. Lest you pity me, it’s air conditioned, I have internet access, and my boss is located somewhere in another wing of the building. Speaking as a subcontractor for a subcontractor of a subcontracting subcontractor, life is pretty good. I’m left to my own devices since I’m still in training, and everyone is busy. My last job required that I become knowledgeable about every single aspect of the job whereas this one takes a relatively narrow slice of that knowledge. I’m still learning to not be tense. Of course, this is the first job (that I can remember) that I was hired for specific knowledge. It’s not like all my other jobs where I walked in and had to be trained every step of the way. Yes, I’m being trained, but it’s the fine details I have to pick up, not the broad strokes. It’s a nice change.
Other than the weekly grind, we did manage to visit Central Market for a “Eat the Heat” celebration. Every spicy thing imaginable was available for tasting. Of note, the freshly made habanero guacamole is to die for. Well, not literally, but it’s good stuff. They even had wine samples! It was sample city. I still dropped a load of cash though. Unfortunately, samples make you want to buy stuff. Mission accomplished.
I got to try on my leopard print jacket that my tailor has been making – it’s almost done. I hope to reveal it at a Burlesque show soon. Speaking of which, since I’m employed, I got rid of all those other sites I was working on. So, just dfw is left.
House projects have slowed a bit now. I’m working on patching up one giant hole in the main bathroom and then we can get going in there.
Lastly, I found some Blood Orange Bitters at the liquor store the other day. Man, oh man. It “made” my Manhattan.
