"What kind of training?"

I am happy to report that I am home at last in Chicago. It's not that I don't enjoy the road, I do. I think it was the fact that when I left Chicago on August 23rd for a Caldera job, I thought I was returning on Sept 9th. Then I got the call for a PA job in LA that took me there from Sept 10th through Sept 27th. The return to Chicago on the 27th got all sorts of weird when I suddenly became a truck driver to Colorado Springs for the commercial I was working on. It looked a tad grim I would make it back when I was expecting. That was till Max (travel coordinator) improvised and sent me home out of Albuquerque. Yet you know that part of the story.

Shortly after getting to LA, I agreed to stay on for the Colorado portion on the commercial. I bought another Frontier flight from Chicago, Sept 29th through Oct 5th. The majority of that time was spent down in Colorado Springs on the Ft Carson Army base. It was an Army commercial, in case I forgot to mention it. That was the first time I had worked on a commercial where the background did not drive me crazy. Well that is when they were actually from the Army. When we were in LA and we had the standard LA background, I wanted to kill them all. Seriously, there is not a more useless group anywhere on set. The ARE cattle. I was grateful for the chance to make some extra cash by doing background, but it was difficult for company those days.

I had a great day with Mom when I was done in the Springs. We had Lucile's and St. Mark's. Mom registered to vote which was very exciting since Colorado is apparently a swing state for the first time in years. We went shopping and later had soup with the whole family. Adam and Jen came by with their brood. Sydney is getting cuter by the day. Judge for yourself below. Lincoln is still just a one trick pony. He sleeps.

I am glad to be back, although these last couple days have had the looming work of some design projects. I am glad for the freelance gig's, but it is tough for me to keep a schedule. For example, I will work on something all night till I like it. I am not being paid to do so. I am being paid for 5 hrs of work. I also forget to give myself breaks. Now that I don't smoke (4 months this Fri), I have very little to remind me to step away and maybe... EAT. I am trying to manage my freelance work as if it were someone else. I tend to treat employees a hell of a lot better than I do myself.


Tomorrow I go back to the Girl and return to waiting tables. Yet again I have to train for my job. They moved across the street while I was away. That is a big step, but more so for those that have become entrenched in their old ways at the original store.

Delving into the mind set of veteran employees at a children's store is an effort for a different entry.

For now I am savoring just being back. It's raining and chilly. I love it!!! Soon I will attempt to get back to more of a thought provoking Stupie. For now, "fire bad, trees good."