I’m blaming the schedule
Sorry about the disappearing act, folks. I’m learning a new job, which is semi-stressful. But the main reason I haven’t updated since 2013 or whatever is my schedule.
Last week I worked Monday and Tuesday on day shift, Wednesday and Thursday on my normal night shift, and half a day on Friday. Then… I had to be back there at 4:45 am on Saturday morning, and worked until about 2 in the afternoon.
I hate to sound like Nostrildamus, but that shit kicked my ass. I was nearly incapable of speech at the end of it, and wasn’t able to take a dump for upwards of 72 hours. I’m not kidding. No way could I sit down and write something semi-coherent. Three different shifts in six days is no good. I think my central nervous system was cutting in and out.
But, things should normalize somewhat, starting today. Next week I have to do an overnighter on Wednesday into Thursday, but that shouldn’t be too bad. I can handle late nights much easier than early mornings. On Saturday I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. It was weird. As late as Monday, I was still profoundly exhausted. Apparently I’m an old bastard now, and can’t bounce back? It’s discouraging.
In charge of donuts and coffee
For that outrageously early Saturday project, I was asked to bring two dozen donuts, and a box of coffee. I figured I’d just go through the Krispy Kreme drive-through, and take care o’ business on the way. Right?
Wrong. The woman almost audibly gasped when I asked for the coffee. She told me I needed to call the night before and order such a thing. I said, “It’s coffee.” I was confused. Sure, it’s a large amount, but not so large they’d have to bring in extra staff, or whatever. One of the main things they sell there: coffee.
She told me she could do it, but it could be as long as a half-hour wait. Obviously, she was trying to talk me out of it… I sighed theatrically, and told her to just forget the whole thing.
Then I made yet another tactical error, and told her to give me two dozen assorted. She could pick ’em; she’s the donut expert, after all.
And when I got to work, a couple of people were annoyed that I didn’t have the coffee (one guy brought an assortment of fancy-ass creamers in anticipation). And two people bitched because I didn’t get a dozen regular glazed; they were highly skeptical of the assorted.
So, that was a total bust. I botched that shit six ways to Sunday. Clearly, I need further training in this upper-management thing. Perhaps they can send me to a seminar at the Universal Hilton in Los Angeles, or whatever? The Team Building via Snack Mastery Workshop? Sheesh.
But I got Replacements tickets!
The Replacements, one of my favorite bands ever, are doing a proper tour this spring, for the first time in 24 years. Tickets for the Philadelphia show went on sale at noon on Friday, and I was sitting there with my hand on the mouse, and the look of an idiot at a fireworks display on my face.
Chicago and Washington D.C. reportedly sold out in less than 10 minutes, so I felt great pressure not to screw this thing up. I went in beforehand to make sure my credit card info was up to date, and my account was active.
Then I did some stretches, hydrated, and mentally prepared myself for battle.
There was a countdown clock that said Replacements tickets will be available in 3 minutes, 46 seconds, etc. And I watched it countdown to zero, then nothing happened. WTF??
I hit the refresh button, and it seemed to take a full minute to come back. My hand was WHIPPING through my hair. But it was finally there, and I attempted to order three tickets. There was some kind of design swirling round and round on the screen, with the word PROCESSING in the middle of it. Then it errored out!
I shrieked like a woman, and went through the process again. And… got an error message a second time. I was freaking out. It felt like ten minutes had already passed, but that’s probably not true. I was certain it wasn’t going to happen for me.
But, it worked on the third attempt. A page popped up with the words ‘You’re Going To See The Replacements!’ at the top. Whew. It was more stressful than anticipated. Every page had a countdown clock on it… And shit was erroring out, all willy-nilly. What the hell??
In any case, I got tickets for me and the two boys. Steve can’t go, so it’ll just be the three of us. Superchunk is opening, and it’s gonna be great: outside on a pier, jutting into the river. If it doesn’t rain, it’ll be a fantastic night.
The Question of the Day
On the Adam Carolla Show a few days ago, they started talking about the crap people have in their cars. Like coffee mugs rolling around… a full change of clothing on the backseat… That kind of thing.
I don’t have much in mine. I insist on neatness, when it comes to my car. I take two or three CDs with me, and sometimes a travel mug of coffee. But when I return home, I ALWAYS take everything back inside with me. I never leave that stuff in the car overnight. And in my trunk? An ice scraper, nothing else.
Toney’s car, on the other hand, is the vehicle you’d like to have if you broke down in the middle of the mountains, or whatever. There’s all sorts of clothing and blankets, probably a rotisserie chicken… I’m not sure.
But what about you? If someone were to look inside your car right now, what would they find? Please tell us about it, won’t you? Use the comments link.
And I’ll see you guys next time.
Have a great day!