I'm getting that much closer to the Final Gingerbread Castle! I assure you by this Saturday for sure. I must finalize it then, otherwise I'll have to start building the rest of the houses in the kingdom for all the servants to live. Now I'm trying to design the website page that it will potentially go on to be shown to the world.
Work has been getting busier lately. People have been relying on me more and more. This condo remodel that I've been playing with has had revisions so Peter is working with me on it. I've been reminded about how difficult it is to answer his questions while working on the same project. Not that I don't know or don't have an answer, he just won't shut up long enough to let me think about it/answer his question, or make a statement myself. Usually its just cause he's misunderstood something, but if he asked 'Where did the lights go?' (referring to a computer drawing.) "what did you do with them Peter?" 'They're not there anymore, [blah blah blah]'. "I'm working on the lights right now, maybe you can wait a minute and I'll fix it." 'I don't [mumble mumble]know what to do now that the lights aren't there'. "How about I change the layers that the light fixtures are on in the computer so they will appear on both drawings." 'But the lights aren't there'. I then turn to Danny and ask him "Danny, in our drawings, do the light fixtures show up on the ceiling or floor?" (his answer will inform me on how best to make the results. 'Look Danny, the lights aren't there. I don't know what to do now.' "I know Peter, I think I can fix it though." 'But the lights aren't there.' "wait a minute Peter, I'm working on that right now, you shouldn't even be dealing with it at all." 'But the lights aren't there[jibberish, jibberish]'. Meanwhile I looked over at Danny as he laughed at me for trying to have a decent conversation with him and I just shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. I finally just walked away and did my own thing, and went back to work. I kid you not, thats almost exactly how it happens every time. He doesn't mean to be annoying, and I know that, but it just seems that way. He's a really nice guy, and I don't want to express my frustration To Him cause I think almost everyone else does, but its really hard sometimes. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day.
Also at work, Emilio somehow talked Peter into bringing frozen Pies in on Thursday's so that he can bake them and then bring them in for Friday. Apparently Peter has a bunch of these frozen pies, but no oven to cook them in. So Emilio brings them home for Mrs. Emilio to bake for us. Today's Pie was Peach. It was OK. Not as good as the apple crumb last time.
I'm listening to Blue October right now. Danny turned his computer off, so I can't get to his audio book listening files right now.
Lunch was sponsored by The Corner Bakery. It was busy there. I actually had to wait for a seat. Don't they know who I am? Didn't I tell you before that one of the last few times I went there I sat next to a bunch of liberal hippies who were talking about how and when they do drugs? Well, I did. And this time, I eaves dropped onto a bunch of working people and bad mouthing their boss and a few other co-workers. That seems to be the trend there. I've noticed it a lot.
This is what I'm working on right now. Its the Penthouse Condo on the 27th floor of a building at the southern tip of Avenue of the Stars. This shows the Lighting, and the electrical wiring of the Master Bed and Bath, along with a few other things. My trouble now is having to deal with the Interior Designer. My office refers to him as 'Cowboy Curtis', or 'Wonderboy'. (My boss came up with 'Wonderboy', and 'Cowboy', but I put the Cowboy-Curtis part together. Interior designers are like Sisters on the Mission. They always think they're right and never wrong; and but we, the architects, have to correct them every 5 minutes and fix their mistakes. If you've been on a mission, You'll know what I mean. (i.e. 'Sisters are Blisters')
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