Day of the Sweaty Monkey

Part 1: The Day of a Social Monkey

Have you ever reviewed a day that seemed so simple and in retrospect is anything but? It is my current feeling that I am a complete socialized monkey following a series of motions that are interrupted only by fleeting thoughts or actions involving exercise, yoga and the un-named spice of life. And I think I'm "ok" with that.

• Awoke at 5am after a restless night of sweaty dreams and cats impeding any comfortable positions
  
• Consume Cinnamon Life cereal and read section A, B, C of LA Times.
  
• Drove to work to meet with co-worker in the parking lot. Got there early, went inside and finished reading the paper
  
• Walked outside 20 minutes later; combined into one car and drove to Los Angeles
  
• Traffic
  
• Arrived at 7th and Figueroa, went to Starbucks and talked about anything but work. Drink tall Americano. Grinned.
  
• Stopped at bank (deposit, withdrawal, minor robbery, etc.)
  
• Started working on servers: adding, removing, moving, lifting, installing, configuring, cabling, tunneling.
  
• Ponder what a corporate mind-fuck it would be if I were in the office
  
• Hungry... eat peanut bar from vending machine because it's the least evil not the most tasty.
  
• Phone call #1 about a broken network in Japan
  
• Phone call #2 about a broken network in Europe
  
• Tear open middle left finger with power screwdriver. Bleed profusely.
  
• Phone call #3 about an invoice for something ... blah blah blah
  
• Phone call #4 -- when does work get done again?
  
• Phone call #5...6, 7...
  
• Break for lunch: sushi in a big way
  
• Respond to the 6,495,293 emails received during lunch despite being 'off-site' for the day
  
• Outgoing call to announce that there's no way to finish all the work so it would continue that night (tonight)
  
• Drive home from Los Angeles
  
• Got home, throw on running clothes and pant, stumble, limp and sweat your way to freedom -- 5K
  
• Arrive home sweaty. Decide to wash car (can you say A-D-R-E-N-A-L-I-N-E ?). Virgo tendencies take over. Must clean outside, inside, rugs... ugh...
  
• Car washing complete. Considered laying down but thought better of it. Made lunch for the next day, prepped dinner, and basically got life in order for the next day
  
• Record transactions from morning in Quicken
  
• Decide that procrastination is not helping; begin the 'evening' work
  
• Quit working at 5:30pm to head to yoga
  
• 1.5 hrs of absolute lovely Iyengar bliss
  
• Mandatory cup of post-yoga herbal tea
  
• Drive home to the 'prepped' dinner. Boil water, make pasta, heat sauce, cook fresh sausage.
  
• Call beautiful woman and smile at how long this day is
  
• Eat dinner, read magazine
  
• Come to realization that crosswords are not my forte
  
• Resume working. 1 hr. 2 hrs. Finish work. Send massively detailed email after pouring through web code.
  
• Brain is fried.
  
• Blog
  
• Read the latest geek news
  

Part 2: The Night of a Sweaty Monkey

This part hasn't happened yet but I have amazing ESP so don't doubt me.

• Shower because I've exercised TWICE today and not yet bathed and I smell like a sweaty monkey
  
• Realize that I am a sweaty monkey but even sweaty monkeys like to smell nice
  
• Read for 10 minutes before passing out
  
• Another night of restless sleep -- what's my deal anyway?
  
• Get up, rinse, repeat minus driving to LA, minus two workouts, minus temporary insanity.
  

Bored yet? Well, who told you to read a log of my day!? Eeeek! Eeeek!