The Crazy Keeps Coming


I laughed out loud today as I was leaving the house to go to work.

Leaving work to go to work.

Then I left work to go to work.

After which I left work to go to work to go to work.

Does that make any sense?

Basically I worked three jobs today.  Aside from my normal every day take care of myself job.  I worked three jobs.  Three.

First, house sitting, which this morning, I frankly had to do it, I shut the cats out of the bedroom.  Mushi comes in and starts trying to wake me up to feed him at 6:45 a.m.  A few times he has been successful in this.  I get up, pee, feed the cats, go back to bed.

Then I realized, the cat is training me and is better than an alarm clock.   I stopped doing this three days into the gig, but the cat still comes in and says good morning by stepping all over my head.  Then Ms. Penelope pants wants to come and snuggle and sleep on my face.

It is sweet, but I am not ready to be awoken by a mouthful of whiskers and fur and purring.  So, this morning, when it was 6:45 a.m. on the dot, I just got up peed, and went back to bed and I shut the door.  I slept all the way through to m alarm clock, set for 8:15 a.m.  Heaven.

Up, wash, feed animals, fix breakfast, make coffee, make bed, pray, write, send off a few texts, write some more, make lunch, make up, hair, meditate.  Then off to work.

Which I realized as I was saying to myself “time to go to work,” that I was already at work.  I laughed out loud.

The regular job was good, plenty to do, that is for sure.  Lots of tourists, lots of test rides, lots of phone calls, e-mails, back and forth with vendors, sell a couple of bikes in there, invoice, then respond to a few more messages.

Can you come down to the Burning Man HQ for a Media Mecca meeting tonight at 6:30 p.m.?

Yes.

I check in with the guys at work, can I leave a little early?  I have an appointment.

Yes.

Go from work to work to work.

Get to the Burning Man HQ.  Run into so many familiar faces, get lots of hugs, see old art hanging in a new space, I have not been to the offices since they moved off from the Bay View neighborhood, and get situated in the 15th floor space.

See the team.  Video conference with team members from Singapore, Chicago, Sydney,  North Beach (said person couldn’t leave their office in North Beach so joined in), and a few other spots I did not catch.  Got my schedule.  Got connected with my team members, introduced myself then sat back like a little fly on the wall and got to listen to all things distinctly Burning Man.

Of which my biggest concern ended up being addressed-how am I getting there.

My pumpkin and fluff mate Sean is going to give me a lift.  I will be traveling with him and his boyfriend to the Playa.  We all have the early arrival pass for the 24th.  Thus, we will leave San Francisco the evening of the 23rd.  Driving through the night to get to Gerlach the morning of the 24th and then hopefully some one will help tow in Sean’s trailer.

Not sure on the logistics of that or what that even means, I am literally just a long for the ride.  The timing is great, though, it will give me a day to get settled onto the playa, get my tent set up, and get myself situated.  Say hi to some old friends, John Curley, I am coming for you!  And hopefully get acclimated to the altitude before my training shift on Sunday.

My first real shift will be 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. on Monday.  Then I will have Tuesday off.  Back on Wednesday 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Off on Thursday. Friday will be a half day of fluffing, 8:30a.m. to 1:30p.m. then a full fluff day on Saturday 9a.m. to 5 p.m.

The awesome thing is going to be working with my boy Sean, we are already good friends and we will work well together.  Hauling wood and toting water.  Really all I am is a girl friday dust bunny.  But every little cog counts.  When I think how much time and effort and co-ordination is involved in just this one little tiny frontier of Burning Man it really puts into focus how much work is involved to get this little camping trip up and running.

It’s just event planning for a 60,000 person party.

No big thing.

Woof.

After two hours of sitting through some really interesting conversations, off to the next meeting, where, frankly the real work for me is done.  Then back to the current house sitting job to feed the fishes, feed the cats, feed myself a late night snack and then sit down to do my end of day job, this blog.

And voila!

My day of work to work to work to work to work is almost done.  I have about twenty minutes left to sit, finish writing, edit, post, swap out the laundry, drink my tea, don’t forget to breathe, brush the teeth then fall into bed.

Where upon I get to get up and do it all over again.  Except I will be meeting Carolyn at Ritual before work to do some work.

Baha.

Really, all I am saying is that my life is pretty full right now and that is alright with me.

It truly is.

To be fifteen stories up in the air settled on a cushion with a friend leaned into me watching the fog from above the city line roll down purple and grey, amassed like gauzy swaths of felt onto the Castro as the sodium lamps along Market Street lit up and the golden pink sunset smoked over the city while listening to voices from all over the globe plan on how to best be of service to a community of artists, that is a gift.

I get to be of service in my very small, very quiet way, and I am so grateful.

So very grateful for every rich full moment of it.

I am blessed.

Busy as all fucking hell, but blessed nonetheless.

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2 Responses to “The Crazy Keeps Coming”

  1. Shannon Says:

    Bwahahah! Oh, ahem. Hehe. Good to hear Mushi has not lost his spunk.
    And now you under stand fully our insistence that locking the kitties out of the bedroom is not mean, but practical and necessary. Alas…

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