Sometimes I love being an engineer.I took a break about dusk to get drugs and load a turtle. The drugs were for a friend, at the Target pharmacy down off 65th. The turtle was Li'l Pearl, Zoom Zoom's three-wheeled contraption that I'm hauling up to the Burn on Sunday. Several of us loaded her. I told them I was going back to work. They were aghast. "Don't think about the Burn," they said. "Get your work done."
Yeah. Right. I focus like that.
Well, the later it gets, the less I care to complete. So long as the project goes smoothly in the grand scheme, it will matter little -- it might matter little -- I can hope it will matter little -- how much of my uncompleted work my colleagues had to pick up this coming week.
And I can guarantee that by about Tuesday I honestly won't give a shit. I will be happy with the prospect of fading out of the corporate life, and will look forward to my next life of merged oils and photographs, or radically personalized wheelchairs, or animatronic masks, or fiction about the West Coast in the 1840s and 1850s -- anything but meeting grade level expectations in the service of the handheld industry.
Not there yet, though. And honestly. Can you imagine anywhere you'd rather be than in that picture above?
2 comments:
I'd love to see pics of this turtle thingie I keep hearing about!
Welll, yes, I can as a matter of fact. A tropical lagoon. A rocky lake shore in the high Sierras. In the Grenadier in London, having a pint and chatting with the ghost of one of Wellington's staff officers. Sipping a cuba libre on the fantail of a tramp steamer somewhere off Barbuda as the sun goes down.
The list goes on.
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