Day 5 of Operations… WTF am I doing here again?

Went to the ceremony dress rehearsal last night…  Very cool…  Some stuff happened on the FOP (Field of Play) and there was stuff happening on the video screens and there were some cool lighting tricks, good sound and just some all around pretty good stuff.  I can’t say more till after the 1st as I’ve signed a NDA (non disclosure agreement) about any information I may come across in the day to day operations of the venue I work at.

If you can’t tell by the above ramble, I’m tired…  My day started at 5:00 AM and ended around 1:00 AM, and then today it started at about 5:00 AM and will end I hope a lot earlier tonight then it did last night.

On that note I’m going to try and take a nap…

Talking to the past…

I decided to email my ex-wife today. I’ve been avoiding it for at least the last 6 months. I know why I’ve been avoiding it, but ultimately I broke down and sent a little note off to her. It’s tough cutting someone who had been such a huge part of your life out. We had been friends for so long prior to dating and then we had dated for such a long time before we got married… And now it’s been almost a full year since I’ve seen her and more then 6 months since the last form of contact. What was I thinking sending her an email, I still am in the serious dislike stage of recovery, but for some reason I can’t keep hating her, I just hate what she did and the way she did it. I know I was just as much at fault as she was, but ultimately she made a decision that hurt… Oh well we can’t control the decisions of others we can only live with the problems those decisions bring.

My decision to travel for three months after the games was a tough one. I will not get the chance to see my family in Seattle for more then a year. I miss my Seattle family, the going to dive bars in Ballard, shooting pool at a road house on the island, working the door for a friends new years party, sushi at M’s (damn I miss sushi), softball with the zoo folks and most of all I miss my downstairs neighbor. Oh well, decisions you make affect everyone around you, they can hurt feelings, they can alienate friends or they can bring people together. Remember when the only decision that mattered was getting up or not getting up in the morning? I miss those days where it seemed like life was that simple.

Day 1 of Operations

And so it begins… I knew today would be special as I got up at 4:00 AM thinking it was 5:00 AM… Well at least my alarm thought it was 5:00 AM. I thought what an ominous way to start operations on the venue, waking up an hour early. Oh well it’s not like I could sleep last night anyways.

You know that thing that happens when you really need and want to sleep and you can’t because you’re mind is playing tricks with you by making you think of all the things you need to do. It used to be I couldn’t sleep the night before the first day of install on an event. Now I can’t sleep at night because I have a to-do list running through my head, I have a pad of paper next to my bed, but it doesn’t seem to be working. All that happens is I write one thing down and it’s replaced with four others. Oh well I’m sure it will get better when I’m completely exhausted and won’t care what’s running through my head.

Forks and the life they lead

I thought, what the hell I’ll head out to the local golf club to go to the driving range for a little while, you know hit some balls and get ready for the round of golf I’m playing tomorrow. Well it just so happens a friend of mine is the VLM (venue logistics manager) for the golf club and she just so happens to be loading into the golf club right now. Naturally I thought I should stop by and see how things are going and see if she wanted to have lunch. Well as soon as I show up I notice her forklift driver is the same kid I sent away from my venue two months ago because he did damage to the venue. He said "hi" and I turned to my friend and said, "watch out for this guy he’s damage on wheels". About 10 minutes after saying this he managed to get the forklift bogged in some sand as well as high centered on a cable ramp. It took him 30 minutes to try and fail to get the fork out of the sand trap he got himself into and it took me 5 minutes, a pallet of water and some bits of wood to get it back on the road. All the while it started to rain… Rain in Doha, the first rain I’ve seen since July in Thailand. It was brief but glorious to feel the rain on my face. But that’s not the point of the story. In less then two hours the fork lift driver managed to get it stuck again in the same spot… And again 30 minutes of him trying to get it un-bogged and 5 minutes of me actually getting it un-bogged. Most of the 5 minutes was rocking back and forth… What a life when you’re supposed to be taking the day off. Oh well at least I got to see the rain!!!

Effort in Understanding

As you drive around Doha you see a window decal that says "thank goodness", usually on a Toyota land cruiser that has just cut you off while flashing their lights, honking and making rude hand gestures at you. It’s very similar to driving back in the states and someone with a "WWJD" bumper sticker cutting you off and flipping you the finger. So at least people who believe in god can unite in shitty driving.

I’ll have been on for 25 days straight on Sunday, which is our venue lockdown date and then the precinct, gets locked down the next day. So I might actually get a weekend for the first time in a month. There might need to be copious amounts of drink that needs to be consumed those nights so I’m sure there will some more on the three Jude’s and which one wins in the next post.

Friends in need

It’s winter back home… I catch myself looking at the weather and wondering how I can be wearing shorts and a t-shirt right now.  I should be in my heavy coat and jeans wondering what soup I should be cooking tonight, instead I’m sitting here in my office / garage in the desert and wondering what the hell I’m going to do after these "Games".   

I read a message from a friend who’s going through a particularly hard time and I wish I could be more help.  Its tough being in a position where you need help from friends and you can’t get it, or you’re just not sure how to ask for help, or worse you think if you do ask the person you ask might make fun of you for it.  We live in an imperfect world.  Our lives are full of promise when we’re young and then as we get older, responsibility creeps in and suddenly you realize how un-fun life has become. 

We all have to make decisions in our lives that we’re not sure the outcome.  I know some of us try and plan ahead, I know I try to, but ultimately the best times come from letting go of the plan and rolling with it.  My advice to my friend, and I hope this works for him, is just let life happen, life plans should be less like a set of directions and more like a map of all the highways and roads. 

Each road presents you with a choice, the choice you make has an effect on the path you choose, but in the end you should enjoy the journey and remember to sometimes go left instead of right.