… now we’re back together. Uh.
So yesterday saw the third 12-hour plus day in a row, starting in the coffee shop and ending… erm, in bed? Well no, at my desk I guess, after pizza and morale-boosting beers earlier in the evening, and a final-straight boost of Tenacious D, the Top Gun soundtrack, James Bond themes and other ‘uplifting’ songs supplied by Spaff.
As he said, “I knew there was a reason I kept those speakers.” At one point I even started dancing, and that’s when I knew I was exhausted.
In my personal experience of ‘the hard slog’ during my career (and there’s been quite a bit) you’ve got to be careful how much you do in close sequence. Too many days of this and your mind starts to work against you. You lose focus, start to wish desperately you were elsewhere, and as a result can’t really accomplish what you need to do.
I never quite figured out what my limit was, but I think it’s probably around three, four days. Today’s day four, so we’ll see how we go. Luckily today is filled with ‘distractions’ from my normal work, like P.A. systems arriving, picking up a minibus, and of course our favourite stress-filled activity: packing.
Tomorrow we hit the road and at that point, there ain’t a whole lot left we can do. I think we’ve done a whole lot, I just wish we had more time to plan it, and more time to execute, so that there was less of a feeling of headlong rush. In the immortal words of the D, though, I hope when we get to this meet people realise one thing; we made all this effort for one reason.
“We only came to kick some ass. “