I’m not happy.
I don’t really have the time or interest at this point to get into a deep, philosophical discussion of what it means to “be happy” right now. The fact of the matter is there are other places I would rather be right now.
The Hawks kicked off their 2006 season yesterday with a win over Montana. I haven’t seen an Iowa game since I left for Dublin last October. It’s OK. I’ll get over it.
This weekend Jenniffer is in soggy Rochester, NY with the Govenaires for the DCA finals. Thursday night she took part in a flag solo, taking 8th out of 15 competitors (Jenniffer, I TOLD you that you wouldn’t get last!) She also put together a comedic flag ensemble performance as well as the first ever Govie Chorus (drum corps people singing. . . be afraid.) Again, neither of these groups took last either.
In about an hour they will take the field in the Class-A finals. After semis yesterday, they led their division. Things are looking good for tonight, and I wish like Hell I could be there not only to support her, but the group as a whole.
I, however, am in the not quite as soggy, but soggy nonetheless, Twin Cities. I have to work this weekend. This sucks. I know working weekends goes with the job, but sometimes when I watch the games the other reindeer get to play, it starts to wear on me a bit.
There may also be the small issue of being scheduled to work on the Friday night of a weekend I technically have off. This happened last week, and I thought it was a bit of an anomaly. Well, last night I looked at my updated schedule and wouldn’t you know that though I don’t have to work the weekend of Iowa’s homecoming vs. Pur-don’t, I AM scheduled for that Friday night. To top it all off, I learned that in those situations I do not get paid at the weekend rate for that Friday night. Others working Friday through Sunday get paid at the weekend rate for that night, but technically I’m not working the weekend. This is B.S. Yes, I will be speaking to my manager.
I understand there are plenty of scheduling perks as well. I realize this, but just let me be bitter for a bit. At the moment I am of the opinion that this night/weekend/holiday thing is for the birds.
As I type: listening to Ben Folds “Songs for Silverman”