dropping the F bomb

This is turning into one of those days where I am having trouble suppressing my hair-thin temper. Were it not for my acute sense of social impropriety and a fear of prison, I would completely snap and rip a strip off of both Hack n’ Snort and Project Manager. I’m actually considering staying late tonight, just so I can get some fucking work done without listening to fucking HnS on the fucking phone all day ("Well, I'll be honest with ya," "Alrighty, guy! Take care!"), and having fucking PM call me every five minutes to confirm that I gave drawings to the engineers who are playing some stupid we-don’t-like-the-PM-so-let’s-be-asses game.

“Well, let me ask you this. (hack, snort)” Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up you stupid whiny snotty simpering little excuse for a man!

things seen on this morning's commute

1. A man walking back home from dropping his kid off at school, wearing a sunvisor, a wifebeater, and...boxer shorts. Dude. Way to embarrass the hell out of your kid. I'm sure he or she will be scarred for life, as was I.

2. Bumper sticker: "Work sucks. I'm goin' on tour." My faith in humanity is restored. (Apparently this sticker is for a singing duo. Nevah hoid of 'em.)

do they make an expansion joint cover for a psychotic break?

Hate. Stupid. Project. The stupid client refused to take our advice, and completely tear down the stupid 42-year-old building, so now we’re trying to (stupidly) build onto it, but have no accurate drawings or measurements of what's there. I’m trying to draw the existing exterior elevation, but again- no drawings, no measurements. All I have to go on for vertical dimensions are photographs, but, I don’t even know what size brick they used, so the “counting bricks” method won’t even work. I just discovered that the new plans have a door spanning an expansion joint, and I have to somehow preserve the top half of a louver that’s currently there. Brilliant.

The Project Manager won’t leave me alone; when he isn’t asking me to print something for him, he keeps wanting me to do tasks other than the one I’m working on at the time. It all has to get done before the deadline, so just leave me alone! I’ll do it when I get to it! I’m sorry you don’t know AutoCAD, and therefore can’t just do it yourself, but go away!

The structural engineer is being eerily cooperative, which is a complete difference from his disposition when the project started.. I’m just waiting for the explosion.

At least I’ll be getting one of my wishes. I go in for surgery on Monday. Screw the pain, I’m just glad to have two days off, during which I’ll be mostly unconscious.


This photo, taken on the existing site, just about sums it up.

I've seen the way it will all end...

This was another typical Monday morning. I wrenched myself up into a sitting position in bed, slack-jawed and cranky. I got up, took the shower, went back to snooze with ManThing until his alarm went off for the third or fourth time. Finally, I got up, only to realize that the beginnings of a migraine were gnawing at my left temple. Despite my attempt at ibupr0fen therapy, by the time I got into the car, my left eye was going blurry. Once I got to the office, it felt like the entire left side of my head was in a vise.

And I kept thinking to myself, I’m going to be one of those Monday morning heart attack victims, aren’t I?

One for the little guys

As I flipped inattentively through Architectur@l Rec0rd over cereal this morning, I decided I could become an architecture critic. I'd just lern me up some big wurds, and chastise the hell out of everybody's work- most of which deserves it. Looking at what ends up in the magazine half the time, I just have to shake my head in disbelief.

The ironic thing is, I found a link to the Best Site Evah! in those pages. Somebody finally decided to start taking potshots at the world's snooty designers...

For when you can't choke down anymore of Architectur@l Rec0rd's crap, I give you:
The Gutter

I *heart* you, Gutter!!

School zones SUCK.

That is all.

There is now an IKEA store that I don't have to drive 3 hours to reach. I may have to call in to work with a case of Swedish flu.