poor communication

Sometimes work really sucks. I have my boss and another guy (i guess technically my other boss, but he is in new mexico) both pissed off at me. They didn't talk to each other until the last second to decide which project I would be working on for the next 4 weeks, so now I am working on two at the same time. The catch is, both projects have stipulations in the contract that there has to be someone "on the ground" with knowledge of GIS (me). Being in NM and OR at the same time is a little tough, never mind that I am trying to juggle both projects work loads in my head. Of course one is bound to make mistakes (I only made a small one) and the stress of one boss having VERY poor communication skills and not knowing if the contract manager is going to call off the project because we arent meeting the specified obligations has them both on edge. I misinterpreted something in excel and put in a wrong acreage for a few units. This was caught 3 days before work is even starting, thus isn't that big of a deal, but with all the other stress, they are both really pissed at the liddle mistake. I am hearing a lot of "there is no room for errors!" right now. Grrrrr. and I havent had a weekend in 2 weeks and probably wont get one for another two. 12 hr days are fun! Shoot me in the face !
And to really compound things, just as all this is coming to a head, the massive shit I took in my boss's bathroom an hour before (mind you his office is in the basement of his house) rockets out of the toilet when a coworker tries to flush and floods the bathroom. That was the final straw. Holy shit.

one year of UAP

I have worked for UAP for one year now. It really doesnt feel like it has been that long, which is kinda strange. I guess though that is pretty good; I am not falling into a "tear-my-hair-out" mindless routine of a job. This work runs on an annual cycle and I am just now on the same New Mexico project, where I kicked things off shortly after starting last year.
This is where I state lessons learned and all that, but that is way too much thought for typing and watching TV at the same time. So on to more superficial, narrative things! We went kayaking.
Col and I and 3 others went sea kayaking up in the San Juans again for laborday weekend. This trip wasnt quite the same as last time though; there was whitewater. Yea, Whitewater. The tidal currents in the sound is incredibly powerful, and the area we were paddling in had some pretty serious water movement. One small island we were camped on the second day had 4 foot standing waves 50 ft off the tip, and 3 standing whirlpools that literally would swallow a kayak. Oh, and there was a channel we had to cross that had standing large whitewater chop moving at 5-8 knots 3 miles long and 3/4 of a mile long. Needless to say, Col and the rest were freaked out, but we finally came to a decision on a crossing point and pulled it off with much trepidation. This trip definitely had a little more spice to it. But less alchy. That was a bummer. We definitely burned though the wine too fast. And didnt bring enough whiskey. There, thats my "lessons learned" for this post. No photos, I forgot my camera for this trip.