Odds and Ends
I can't sleep this morning and the only good thing about it is that I now have a waking moment to write something in here. Something saying I'm still alive. And I got to put some clothes in the wash too. That's good only because I haven't had time to do my laundry in 2 weeks.
I can't sleep because I got to leave work a bit early last night. And a bit early is 6pm. At 7 I got an angry phone call from the president of our company yelling at me because she believes I don't know how to write Michael's schedule. Just yesterday I showed evidence of having this problem, apparently. "He can't be 2 places at once and I can't assume you want to do a lunch with him," I told her. Nevertheless, I ended up being hovered over Pearl's coffee table until 8 making phone calls rescheduling appointments for Michael today. Now she'll get her lunch.
I hate when I get blamed for things that aren't my fault. It leaves me very unsettled. Especially when the responsible party is placing the blame. And especially when I have to fix the problem FOR the responsible party.
Michael doesn't care, though. I called him and he only laughs. He laughs before saying, "Aiight chicka bonita. Rock out..."
I went to another race on Saturday. This one was in Ft. Worth, right outside of Dallas.
It's hard to go to just any race after one's been to the Indy500, I found. This one was different because, instead of loading SUVs to take us to the track, we got off our airplane and loaded into helicopters to avoid traffic:
This is the COO. I'm merely in the background...
We were dropped off inside the track and driven to where the motorhomes were situated. We kept cool from the 100 degree Texas heat by watching television in one of the driver's trailers.
...and let it be known that these race car drivers aren't ruffing it on the road... Their motorhomes may look like buses, but the 3 I went inside of Saturday are nicer than my apartment; big screen TVs, marble countertop, wood floors. Nice.
Michael did another press conference. Patrick Dempsey, from Grey's Anatomy, co-owns 2 of our race cars. This is he and Michael addressing a room of cameras:
After this we went down and watched the race:
Tomas before getting into his R&R car at the start.
Tomas pitting during the race.
Oh yeah. Now I'm staying at Pearl's. We're house sitting in Venice until next Monday and I'm going to find it hard going back to the valley. Especially since it's summer. Michael's leaving for Hong Kong Saturday so, while he normally leaves me be on the weekends, I'm hoping I have an uninterrupted one this time. Last week I only had my Sunday and I didn't take advantage of it.
Ben's moved out. Heather's moved in...
...don't mean to breeze past the subject but the time is nearing a point when I should change out my clothes. And maybe take Nola for a walk before I leave...
I can't sleep because I got to leave work a bit early last night. And a bit early is 6pm. At 7 I got an angry phone call from the president of our company yelling at me because she believes I don't know how to write Michael's schedule. Just yesterday I showed evidence of having this problem, apparently. "He can't be 2 places at once and I can't assume you want to do a lunch with him," I told her. Nevertheless, I ended up being hovered over Pearl's coffee table until 8 making phone calls rescheduling appointments for Michael today. Now she'll get her lunch.
I hate when I get blamed for things that aren't my fault. It leaves me very unsettled. Especially when the responsible party is placing the blame. And especially when I have to fix the problem FOR the responsible party.
Michael doesn't care, though. I called him and he only laughs. He laughs before saying, "Aiight chicka bonita. Rock out..."
I went to another race on Saturday. This one was in Ft. Worth, right outside of Dallas.
It's hard to go to just any race after one's been to the Indy500, I found. This one was different because, instead of loading SUVs to take us to the track, we got off our airplane and loaded into helicopters to avoid traffic:
This is the COO. I'm merely in the background...
We were dropped off inside the track and driven to where the motorhomes were situated. We kept cool from the 100 degree Texas heat by watching television in one of the driver's trailers.
...and let it be known that these race car drivers aren't ruffing it on the road... Their motorhomes may look like buses, but the 3 I went inside of Saturday are nicer than my apartment; big screen TVs, marble countertop, wood floors. Nice.
Michael did another press conference. Patrick Dempsey, from Grey's Anatomy, co-owns 2 of our race cars. This is he and Michael addressing a room of cameras:
After this we went down and watched the race:
Tomas before getting into his R&R car at the start.
Tomas pitting during the race.
Oh yeah. Now I'm staying at Pearl's. We're house sitting in Venice until next Monday and I'm going to find it hard going back to the valley. Especially since it's summer. Michael's leaving for Hong Kong Saturday so, while he normally leaves me be on the weekends, I'm hoping I have an uninterrupted one this time. Last week I only had my Sunday and I didn't take advantage of it.
Ben's moved out. Heather's moved in...
...don't mean to breeze past the subject but the time is nearing a point when I should change out my clothes. And maybe take Nola for a walk before I leave...