The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

In a bar. In Houston. Again.

In a bar. In Houston. Again., originally uploaded by ABMann.

Drunk in a bar in Houston again.

Two days in a row is probably not so good. I feel exceedingly lonely and isolated here – none of my people around. Something about the way I’m intreating with folks at this go-live is leaving me raving further, real interaction. Exhaustion is making that hard… let done the fact I am in strange land. I don’t feel right here.

It’s different than even my last go live. Those users were different. Not sure how to quantify it. I was engaged with them differently. Am I just being less caring or supportive? The current batch just grate on my nerves and I keep having to re-explain the same things again and again.

i expect some amount of re-explaining. I use it as an opportunity to try different metaphors or examples to explain it – if I learned anything from my favorite college Prof its that explaining things the same way twice isn’t going to actually help anyone. But nothing seems to work. They aren’t getting it. At all. At all at all. I feel like I’m wasting my time.

There are so many things I could be doing back home. Here’s a list to fuel my ire: Alyska Hauling books out of bins to help her move Moving furniture around so she and Fox don’t have to Finishing development testing Laying tile in the library Drinking good bourbon Reorganizing my room for Alyska’s stuff Alyska Your mom

I suppose that’s the difference: there are far more important and useful things I’m not doing that I could be doing at home right now. Last trip was less pressing for it.

I’ve vented and now I have nothing else to write. Fitting.

93° Sunny
Paladora, Houston, TX, United States

Originally published at Portrait of the Young Man as an Artist. You can comment here or there.

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