It seems that each year someone is deciding to break my balls. Come on, last year was the same story, what’s wrong with you people?
I come back from a meeting with the new project manager. This guy need seriously to chill out. Completely stressed out he led the meeting as we were reaching the Armageddon threshold… He kept mentioning every two sentences our new deadline: 15th of January. I don’t know what happened to the previous project manager, but obviously he didn’t fit the needs. So now I’m officially under pressure to finish all my work for that date and if I count correctly, removing my Christmas break, I have only 3 weeks and a half. I do my planning tomorrow, I guess I’ll have a clear picture of how deep in the shit I am.
In another subject, tonight, I wished I had a treadmill. As I was doing my tempo session near by the shore, the wind was such powerful that it took me half an hour to go towards viðey and a quarter to come back. Go figure…
As we speak I keep hearing metallic noises from the construction site, a fairly 2 km away. A quick thought before I go to bed, please Thor, Loki or whoever in charge of the weather, please keep those cranes up out there. Cheers…
