Monday, July 26, 2010

No News... But Pics

All I have to show for this week’s blog is more pics of the engine and the engine bay. Mike polished the engine bay (it wasn't shinny enough for the motor). I’m hoping that this means what I think it means. More next week…

Stay tuned…

Tuesday, July 20, 2010


I went to my first day of work at my new job yesterday. It wasn’t the one where they took my heart rate. It’s the one I wanted. The one I wrote the blog post about back in May.

Remember this picture?

Yah, that job.

I have to say it’s great to be back to work. I was told I had the job and they were going to start me on the 19th about two weeks ago. I wasn’t going to tempt fate by saying anything on here about it until I actually walked through the door. Can you blame me?

It’s been a long haul getting back in the stream and I have to thank Krista as she has been an absolute saint and very patient throughout this process. She admits now that she did consider leaving me… but only once.

I spent yesterday populating a database with data for land lease locations. It was dry but damn better then daytime television. I expect it to get more interesting as I get a better handle on the software. Seems like a good crew and I they even gave me a key to the bathroom.

Krista and I also found out they are going to give me time off for our honeymoon in Florida next month. Just to fill you in we’re flying into Miami next month and driving down to Key West. Then back up to Fort Lauderdale and spending a few days there.

We are three weeks from the wedding. Obviously the car won’t be there but I am pretty happy with the progress. With a little luck and the money I sent west this week hopefully the motor will find its way into the engine bay this week.

Mike sent beautiful pictures of the motor all assembled. I’m really starting to miss the little car. I stopped into the acreage on Sunday after my Stag and it was hard to walk through the TR6 room without it being there.

At the same time I had a great Stag at the ranch on the weekend with about 17 of my closest friends. It was supposed to be a beer-apoolza weekend with events and such but a few of us overindulged on the Friday night therefore making Saturday a little less lethal. Overall it was a great weekend that I wouldn’t trade for the world. It was punctuated with some absolutely hilarious moments, a great round of golf, great people and great people. I have to thank my best man Bryan for harnessing these personalities and putting it together. I also want to thank Clarkson for the infrastructure he put into the beer-pong table and such. It was a shame with didn’t make it past beer darts.

Stock Ranch Photo

It’s now 5:53 Tuesday morning and I have to shower for day two for work. Isn’t cool I have a job?

Monday, July 12, 2010

The Non-Update Update

I need to get the car back so I have an excuse to stay out of trouble.

These are the dying days of being single. Not that that’s bad – but it’s a fact. The car is still out in Kelowna and according to my fiancĂ©, and an email I received from Mike, he is feeling the pressure and is not in the mood to receive anymore “interested-passers-by”. I’m getting a little cranky myself but am hoping that everything will work itself out very soon. A running car heals all sins.

In the vein of what they say about “idle hands” I did some Stampeding with Krista on Friday and spent some quality time with one of my groomsmen on Saturday. After a day of working out we had an evening of barhopping.

Sunday morning I awoke in the backseat of my trusty pickup truck in the parking lot of not the last bar we were at but the second last. Unfortunately it was a long walk between the two bars. An afternoon workout with a university-level defensive lineman and an evening of drinking with the same said person is not something you should stuff into the backseat of a 2002 Dodge Quad Cab for six hours. I felt rather terrible for most of Sunday.

There is no rest for the wicked. My stag is this upcoming weekend and so far, from what I know, it involves two days of a lot of drinking and a little golf out at the family cabin with 20 of my closest friends.

As you can see the wedding season is now upon us. Krista is off of school for the summer and, I know I’ve said this before, so all I will say is there is a good chance I will be otherwise occupied starting Monday. So, the answer is No, the car is not going to be done for the wedding.

Missing the wedding with the car is a little disappointing but it’s for the best. I have worked damn hard to get that car to the point it’s at now and the last thing I want to do is to rush it.

The new plan, the plan for my end goal of the car… and for me, is to run it out to Vancouver in the fall for the sole purpose of fetching lobster for a party. It will be a four day trip out to Van, with an overnight stop in Kelowna each way. I want to do something to mark the end of this journey that has defined over a year of my life. I can’t think of something more fitting or more in the vein of what this project is about.

Monday, July 5, 2010

It's always darkest...

“Maybe it’s the lateness of the hour that makes me seem bluer then I am” – Bill Withers

Even now more than a week later I find my predicament hard to fathom. The gig, the great gig, the gig I wrote the post about is on hold. But to keep me going I was offered different a job with a major utility company.

Everything was in order. I submit a driver’s abstract (a surprisingly clean one) and I passed a background check (nothing that would hold up in court).Then they wanted me to pee in a cup and participate in a simple physical. Those were no brainers. As long as I didn’t bush my teeth with CC I should be fine. And I haven’t been at the business end of a “bad boy” since university. Even then it was only so I could relate to my roommate. If I let him smoke a whole one on his own the conversation would really suffer.

The physical was scheduled for Monday morning; the Monday after the Father and Son Fishing Trip and the day before I left for Kelowna with the car. I had the trailer on behind the truck when I showed up for the physical. It's fair to say I was already out the door mentally.

The physical was really simple and about half way through it I asked the administrator if anyone had actually failed. She assured me that people had. When I was done she informed me that I had failed the step test and would have to do it again. Apparently my heart rate was too high before, during and after.

This was a shocking revelation and suffice it to say had a rather negative effect on my already ragged heart. The second time around she stopped me half way. I had failed. My resting heart rate was around 100 bpm and she wasn't clear what my taxed heart rate was but it was significantly higher than what it was supposed to be.

She informed me that I shouldn’t bother to show up at my pee test. I was told that I should get a hold of the guy who hired me. I did and he told me he’d get back to me right away. I didn't think it was the end of the world as I was hired to install security software for surveillance equipment for public spaces (LRT platforms, Bus terminals). It wasn't like I was going to be lugging bundles of cables or doing anything real physical.

This was all rather shocking. I have one leg and am a rather big dude but I have always been active. I have a cross-country bike, which I ride and every year for the last 5 years I have had a gym membership – excluding this year of course.

Having not heard back from my guy I went ahead to my pee test and they promptly threw me out like I had the plague. It was rather horrifying because I had been in the very same place two years ago getting the same test to visit a site for a pilot project with my former employer.

My presence made the receptionist uncomfortable and while I waited to speak to the nurse she milled around anywhere that wasn’t the front desk.

When I finally got a chance to talk to the nurse she informed me that as far as they were concerned I was done and would not be working for this employer. I went onto explain that I am really overall in good health and that it must be stress (car, unemployment, wedding - pick one) that caused this result, being that it was an outlier to all my other results, she rebutted that I was out of breath even now. I explained that was because I was excited and stressed out even more now. She nodded along like a bobble-head. It became increasingly obvious that she had no discretion in this matter and even if she did she lived and died by what was written in her reports.

I left there and tried to get a hold of my guy again to no avail. With nothing else I could do and feeling rather defeated I hopped on highway 2 and head north to Red Deer to fetch the car.

Tuesday I didn’t hear from my guy and Wednesday, when I wanted to stop in a Drake’s and spend some time at Mike’s Shop, I hurried back from Kelowna to get some of my own results. I charged my own Garmin heart rate monitor and found my resting heart rate to between 68-74 bpm. After a week on the elliptical I had a hard time getting my heart rate over 145 bpm average for an hour workout. I wasn’t at my personal best but I wasn’t far off.

I finally heard back from my guy but he couldn't tell me much. I have been pushing to get another test but it doesn’t seem to be happening in a timely manner. I have an appointment with my doctor but none of this puts money in my jeans.

This week I continue to work out and hope for the best. I am taking some meetings but I am rather distraught that this is still an issue.

Mike still has the car and I am hoping for pics from Krista tomorrow as she is out in Kelowna with her ‘rents. I was supposed to be there also but I couldn't risk taking time off from working out.

Bet you didn't see that one coming. I'm starting to feel like Sipowicz from NYPD Blue. I had stop watching that show 'cause I didn't want to see anything more happen to him. Poor bastard.

I am hoping for a happier car-related post next week.

….Stay tuned.