Whiny Post

The last two weeks of work have been horrible.

Mind numbing the phase that pops into my mind.  Well, when anything pops into my mind – you see it’s a bit numb at the moment.  Have you ever gotten to the point where words just bounce off your brain?  It’s been happening to me all week.  People will come up to me and start talking.  I know they are talking because their mouths move and sound comes out.  Just about the time my brain connects the fact that sound is words and that they’re trying to tell me something, they stop making the sounds.  It’s at this moment that I know they’ve asked a question.

And I have no clue what they’ve just said because the words have been hitting that part of my brain that has been numbed by over use. They are just bouncing harmlessly into space having made no impact at all.

Some people might try a tactic at this point to save face by saying something like, “I’m not sure I understand the problem – could you go over that again?”

When I was younger and cared about what people thought about me, that’s what I would do.  These days I either just admit my defects by saying, “Sorry my brain is numb and I have no idea what you just asked me.” Or I just head for insanity and reply with, “I wish I could answer your question, but I am afraid that aliens will eat my brains if I do.”

Either answer works, as the person trying to talk to me generally gives up and goes away.

I have been complaining about my work load to my co-workers and my boss.  My co-workers are sympathetic and usually say something comforting like, “well if you think that is bad wait till you hear this …”  My boss generally tries something like, “You know the plan is to hire someone to help you, next year.”

This is the point in weekly my weekly blog post where I’d write some clever transition or flourish some witticism at you.

But this week my brain is numb and I don’t have anything clever or witty.

So instead I’ll just end this post by showing you one of my coping methods – building things in my workshop.  There is nothing quite like the sound of a saw slicing through wood to comfort the soul.  Beating a nail to death with a hammer has the ability to reduce stress and calm the nerves.  When I’ve had time lately I’ve been working on cleaning up my workshop.  Here is a picture of my new lumber rack:

Lumber Rack

My new place to store junk

Here is the space I got back in my shop by moving all that lumber scrap out:

Shop Space

Where the lumber used to be stacked

And finally here is the nearly completed deck.  It just needs the trellis at the top finished:

deck with top

Almost done. Just a few more sticks to nail on.

Till next week,

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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6 Responses to Whiny Post

  1. Dave Glasgow says:

    Great post, Since being DX last Oct. 1, 2012, I understand very well your feelings. I too, have a woodshop and the past year have just let it go and REALLY NEED to clean it up so I can get back to making things. The past several years, I’ve been into making small mantel clocks. 1970, I started building cabinets and did trim work for 18 years. I’ve built just about anything and everything. You’ve inspired me to get back out there and get it clean up. I work part time at a local funeral home and have lots of time on my hands.

    Thanks for your post.

    Dave in Bartlett, TN


  2. gpcox says:

    Place to store junk? A pile of wood is never junk – there is always a use for scrap pieces – that’s why Home Depot saves and sells them. Tsk, Tsk.


    • Andrew says:

      This week I’ve been using some of my “saved resources” to build drawers for my marquetry bench but I needed some thinner plywood for the bottom and had to stop by HD to get some.


  3. Ah yes …Sawdust Therapy. I know her well. Oft times I head to the shop to clear my head and wipe away any stress I may have. Keep the faith. We shall overcome.


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