Originally Posted by
stuffedsuperdud
LULZ work hours have been insane. Jack and I are pretty overwhelmed putting out fires left behind by the previous guy: we are in meetings for that, both internally and with business partners that he threw under buses, from about 8AM-3PM or so every day, only after which can we begin to do our "real" jobs of running the R&D department. I've a good mind to put the original director up on criminal charges (fraud, mostly, I think...embezzlement?? I am not a lawyer), but there's no way to do that without also raising questions about how he was able to pull his stunts under the noses of the c-suite, so...yea...let's just clean it up and move on.... To cope, Jack has turned his desk into a pharmacy of uppers and downers. We've been sleeping in our offices a lot, so most days he'll boot up at 6AM with a healthy dose of Adderall while I attack the coffeemaker and then work like a maniac (with me in tow) until about 12AM, upon which he'll eat two cans of Chef Boyardee and then knock himself out with a dose of Trazadone. Rinse and repeat. I've been sneaking away to train/shower by telling him I am going to go get dinner, which he'll reluctantly allow....he himself is down to showering once every several days, to the point that some of the team has complained to me. I conveniently told him that we all refresh ourselves with babywipes during the day, and that he should too, and even left a package of the stuff on his desk, to no avail. It's been an interesting several weeks!!....and if nothing else beats bouncing between the old place run by my PhD advisor and the miscellaneous side gigs he threw me at.
These erratic hours have taken a bit of a toll on training though: last Thursday Jack knocked himself out at 8PM but I was too exhausted to train, and on Friday, when Rachel finally forced him to go home, I was too late leaving the office to get to the gym. I then spent most of the weekend passed out on the couch in the reception area.
Today I trained..but I was very late getting to the gym due to work and had to rush:
Snatch:
20kgx3
40x3
50x3
60x3
70x3x4
There was a 5th set but I missed it 3x before hitting it for a single, and stopped.
Squat:
60x5
80x5
115x5x3
My knee is still a bit sore, and warmups are rough, but after that it feels better, and the left quad, which has been smaller than the right since 2013 when I hurt myself, is finally catching up ever so slightly...I think??....or maybe the right one just shrank...whatever. In any case, I suspect like this big humbling reset might not be all bad.
Oooooh haven't gone over movies in a long time...mostly because CG and I have been too busy, but in the past two months, we did make time for Star Wars, Hateful 8, The Danish Girl, and Anomalisa. Star Wars, eh, it doesn't really need any comment, right? The very definition of a safe nostalgic movie meant to sell toys to a new generation of fans. CG was like, "I binged six movies, all of which were okay at best, for this?"
Hateful 8 should have been a play, but then the shootout wouldn't have been as horrific, I guess. Also, CG, who fell asleep for about half an hour while Tarantino's favorite actors talked to each other was like, "What's a haberdashery?" and then made us go to one the next day, where I found a cool Dopp bag to facilitate my living-at-work-showering-at-the-gym situation. So +1, I guess. This place also had some miscellaneous men's goods + their own clothing line, but $200 for regular cuff links and $300 for a polo shirt??? How is that even a concept??? Everyone knows polo shirts are $8 at Costco. The rich and famous of Newport Beach (as seen in the The OC) could not possibly give fewer fucks though, and some personal shopper named Carlos was there picking up a stack of shirts for his client that added up to over $5000. Man, sure wish I could afford shirts made out of unicorn scrotums....
The Danish Girl......yes please. Alicia Vikander was amazing as usual (2015 will be remembered as the year the world found out she is absolutely a movie star), and bared all...again as usual, but it was Eddie Redmayne who, in what will probably go down as the most difficult role of his career, delivered a tremendous performance; I can say for certain that this was the first time any movie has ever moved me (almost) to tears. If he doesn't get the Academy Award for Best Actor (sorry Leo!!), I quit. Halfway through, CG was like, "I'm doing my best but I think I'm going to cry," and then ugly-sobbed her eyes out for the second half of the movie. When the lights came back on, she yelled, "FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! People back then went through this bullshit and in 2015 ESPN gives Bruce Jenner a courage award? For what? For NOT EVEN BEING A TRANSSEXUAL? For trying to one-up the Kardashians he's hailed as fucking second coming of Jackie Robinson?? FUCK THAT GUY. YES GUY." I stoked the flames with, "....Well....he's not quite a transsexual, but he identifies as transgender...." "OH FUCK YOU TOO. FUCK. I NEED A DRINK."
We saw Anomalisa mostly for the production values, but found the story to be very disturbing as well, and perhaps a scathing indictment of the narcissism that our culture accidentally encourages. We went with one of CG's extra Spergy co-workers, who was mesmerized by the whole thing and called it "Lost in Translation meets Fight Club." It's a tiny Kickstarter-funded movie that we saw in a scuzzy indie theater, so iono how widely-released it is, but if it's playing near you, definitely make time to go see it.