Wednesday, August 30, 2006

SUMMER 2006: Summit Camp Video

You know, just when I start to wonder about the hows and whys of my life, I remember these kids, and how much they have meant to me over the course of the last year (or two).

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Slice n' dice

"Neutered." That's how someone at work described the way I've been acting for the last few days. Emotionally and personality wise. Neutered. Totally non-Sonny-esque.

It's been bad. Not like before; this is a new level of badness. Imagine if you will, you get into a professional disagreement with someone who is technically your supervisor, but is also your peer. The disagreement was over a minor procedural issue, but this person then takes the opportunity to set up a meeting to discuss the issue and -- for two hours straight and in front of your supervisor -- explain how little they think of you personally and professionally. That your personality, your you-ness, is what makes them think of you so poorly.

Even though this individual is someone whose opinion has not mattered to me before (and really -- they didn't gain any brownie points with this little experience), and their opinion won't mean jack to me in the future...

It still hurts, and it cuts to the quick to have your essence of who you are judged, and to be told that you are unprofessional because of the way your personality is. Which is what this was in essence about - a conflict of personalities. Those of you who know me -- you know my personality. Go 180 degrees from that, and then have that sit and judge me.

Today's the first day since Friday (8-18-06) that I haven't felt totally worthless. I actually feel just mostly worthless today.

Sad that that's an improvement...

Thursday, August 17, 2006


Tonight. Live at the University of Georgia:

Carlos Mencia.

I'm looking at my ticket right now, and it makes me a happy Sonny.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

The exhaustion from training the staff has finally gotten to me...

So, I woke up at 4:17 this morning because I had a nightmare that one of my graduate residents tried to kill me.

And I couldn't go back to sleep, because the dream was so VIVID -- he had these three thugs corral me into a men's restroom that was being renovated. It was full of exposed wiring, and they were continually shocking me with the wires while he just...watched.

Paging Dr. Freud...