Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Too Many Tuesdays

I don't know what the title of this blog post means, but I think it might mean that I would rather stay home today, smoke a few bowls, listen to music, and get further into the novel I just started. Those are pretty much my desires for every damn day though, not just Tuesdays. But -- This being Tuesday -- I don't have to arrive at the bookstore until 2pm, so that gives me time to...well, to goof off. It also gives me time to write some emails and a blog post. Those feel like minor accomplishments in a day full of minor accomplishments.

We returned home Sunday afternoon from our two-day camping trip to Orcas Island. As with most trips involving family, it was not without it's eye-rolling snafus. First off we missed the 10:40 am ferry, so we had to wait five hours for the next ferry. Yes, five hours! At that point I suggested that we might want to head south to a closer campground and get to it, but my stepson had been planning this trip for a while, and when I say planning I'm talking about minutia, graphs and charts...the whole nine yards. It also rained during our trip, but considering the forecast was for nothing but rain, we had plenty of time without the wetness of the Pacific northwest dripping upon our heads.

We had three tents set up on a hill overlooking Mountain Lake in Moran State Park on Orcas Island. I love camping, but I camp to get away from people, so it's always a little annoying when the sites are adjacent to each other without much brush to separate them. In other words, not a lot of privacy. Plus, there must have been a half dozen dogs at this particular campground and, needless to say, they didn't all get along. I'm all for bringing your dog along on camping excursions, but I spend my week listening to the hounds next door, barking at every cough and fart on the street. Ugh!

Even with the ferry delay, rain and the dogs though, we had a great time. We grilled steaks and chicken one night. Many, many marshmallows and s'mores were heated and consumed. My two step-kids Collin and Chloe were brave enough to jump into the frigid waters of Mountain Lake. My eight-year-old son, who is an uncle to my grandson, had a great time in the woods as all kids do. I had originally been planning on going on another camping trip this coming weekend, but starring only my wife and myself. No siblings teasing each other. No rain, because naturally I would pre-order idyllic weather for my own camping trip. No dogs. Only the fair creatures of the forest, frolicking safely within our view. Oh, and plenty of time to read.

My planned trip for the coming weekend is not going to come to fruition unfortunately, because my boss is a curmudgeon and claims I don't have the time to take. All I need is 8 hours and I already have just over 4, but who's counting? Well, evidently someone is counting, and the resultant number of vacation hours has not come out in my favor. My back-up plan though is just to take however many hours I have by this coming Monday. I will get at least half the day off and the following day, so that's not all bad. Part of the issue here is that I volunteered to work this Saturday -- during our big twice annual 40%  off all used books sale -- and I have Tuesday off in exchange. Naturally I schemed to take Monday off too, figuring on turning lemons into lemonade, or in this case, a fucked up weekend into a three-day weekend. I mean, who wants to have Sunday off, work Monday and then have Tuesday off? Not me. Not when I can have my cake and eat it too!

So, I just have to figure out the correct wording to ask the curmudgeon for at least half the day off this coming Monday. It's not like I'd be leaving them in the lurch. It would be after the sale, and I know that they have plenty of coverage on Mondays. Enough whining about work. Now I have to actually think about going to work. I haven't had bagels in over a week, so I think I'll make that my first stop on the way to my eight hour shift. Maybe the sun will be peeking through the greyness by then.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Grey Sky Day

It's Tuesday, which means that I got to sleep in this morning. The flip-side of that is that I go into work at 2 pm and leave at 10 pm. I have about an hour left, before I have to start walking to work. That's if I want to give myself enough time to eat some lunch at Vios. If I had a Coke and some Cool Ranch chips in the house, I'd make myself some lunch and not have to leave until 1:30 pm, but the cupboards are pretty bare as we are only days from payday.

This Friday is not only payday, but it's also Friday the 13th in honor of the movie of the same name. I also have this day scheduled off as a vacation day. The reason for the vacation day is that we're scheduled to go camping on Camino Island for two nights. "We" as in the entire family. I don't have a very good track record when it comes to family events. I'm trying to psychologically prepare myself. There is a lot of stress to fend off. The way my wife has been feeling, I know it would serve us best to stay home and enjoy a peaceful house for a few days, but that's not an option. For one thing, I'm sure they are expecting my honey to do the majority of the cooking for the campers.

I've started a novel that I'm really enjoying. It's titled All the Birds, Singing by Evie Wyld. It's very well written and compelling. All I want to do is stay home on this grey sky day and finish the novel with the occasional toke breaks on the deck.

I don't seem to have the stamina to work long enough to earn an entire week off. I'm always so desperate for a break that I'm always taking time off as soon as I earn it. I only have enough time at the moment to take this Friday off. I was also trying to make the following weekend into a three day weekend, since I am voluntarily working the sale on Saturday, but if you don't have the time you can't afford to whine...when you cannot have the day off, even without pay. Now, if I wanted to trade shifts with someone, I could get that day off, but then it's not really a day off at all. It's just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic.

Here's to Tuesday as a precursor to Friday, payday and the weekend.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Post Birthday Blues

Yesterday I had the birthday blues, so it only follows that today I have the post birthday blues. The past few years I have scheduled my birthday off, just so I wouldn't have to deal with work on that day. I didn't do that this year, partly because I didn't have the time to take off. So, yesterday I asked my boss if I could have the afternoon off (literally just three hours), "I was thinking of leaving at three. It's my birthday and I thought I would spend the afternoon with Justin." Gramps (my boss) immediately gathered up that sour look on his face and started to flounder for reasons why I could not have the afternoon off. We were shorthanded: Well, if I left, there would still be my boss and three employees. He mentioned last night's event: I normally leave at 6:30 pm and the event started at 7 pm. It seemed to me that he was reaching. Really reaching.

Just before my lunchtime came around, I got a call from my stepson, informing me that my wife had been taken to the hospital by ambulance due to numbness in her arms and neck. She's already had a couple of mini-strokes, so any emergency hospital visit is serious. Luckily, it ended up being low potassium and she was able to return home in a few hours.

So much for my special day. It's difficult enough, living with someone who doesn't celebrate birthdays, but with my tendency to veer into depressive moods, it's better to just take the day off and lay low. That has always worked the best in the past. I'm usually broke, so the idea of a movie, or buying myself a few books is usually not available to me, but just a leisurely day to read and relax would have been the ticket. Oh well. I'll most likely be around next year to make up for it.

It's Friday and for the second week in a row, I have opened the store. Not by my choice, mind you, but because the management asked me to. I'm not used to having to be at work for 7:30 am. My son was still sleeping so soundly and he's usually up before I am. I'm currently enjoying a honey wheat cherry muffin, and tap water. I'd rather have French toast and go back to bed, but if wishes were horses......