Monday, October 15, 2012

The Perfect Storm

Seems the rough times just keep on trucking!

I've got the perfect storm of situations here. I've got a brewing competition on December 14th that I have to have a Belgian Dubble ready for. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, except that my brewing system is in a million different pieces right now making a Decepticon like transformation into R2-DBREW. Backtracking that means the last weekend I could brew is, ideally, November 9th.

Right. November 9th. I'll be on a plane flying back from my awesome week-long vacation in Vegas, so that pushes my brewing date back to November 3rd-ish.

Oh, but wait, I said that my brewery still isn't finished. Right. Backtracking that, allotting time for troubleshooting, I have to be finished the weekend of October 28th, ready to brew the next weekend. Shouldn't be a problem, I've got plenty of time! The weekends. Probably got an hour a day during the week. Right? RIGHT?

WRONG. One of my coworkers quit, and now I'm handling his projects. A good bump in responsibility for me. But with a major project deadline looming on the 22nd, and a myriad of other smaller projects with due dates peppered between now and then, I've got a negative amount of time during the weeks. What's negative? That means the time I need to work + the time I need to relax + the time I need to sleep is greater than the allotted 24 hours in a day. Woohoo.

Right, and there's a deadline strategically placed the week I'm in Vegas. Have to get that done a week early as well.

What does this mean? Things are crazy. I've got a lot of things on my mind. I'm spending a lot of time on the weekend getting R2-DBREW done. While I spend time with my wife hanging out, watching our favorite crime scene dramas and the Yankees getting hammered harder than a frat boy during senior week, I am multitasking by stripping wires and wiring up my control box for the system. My hands are getting calluses from gripping and ripping those tiny pieces of insulation off the end of the wires. I'm almost done with the box itself at this point and I have over 40 feet of wire crammed into this little control box. But it looks great...



I'm getting very close to the end of the project and I'm getting a little nervous. Things could go wrong. Plug in my box and fry something. Hook up the water and it's spraying out of all the joints. Flames keep shooting out of where they aren't supposed to... For now, I'll just sit and enjoy the boot of beer my wife just poured me.

How awesome is that.

R2-DBREW... 85% done.

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