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Internal Calendar Failures

Earlier this morning I was talking to my boss about something and I thought that today was Monday.

Monday? It’s Wednesday. What the hell, Robert?

Later this afternoon I was working through something with two of my staff members and I thought today was Friday.

Friday? It’s Wednesday. What the hell, Robert?

Why doesn’t my internal calendar work anymore.

Long Day

At work, my group has a quick check in meeting every day at 10:30am. As today’s meeting was wrapping up I almost said, “happy Friday, everyone.” (Pause while Robert stands up to flip the record*) I stopped myself just in time. At the last possible second I realized that today is Thursday, not Friday. Shit.

I do that a lot. I can’t tell if I’m doing it more often now or if I just feel the heartbreak more acutely or what. I don’t know.

Today hasn’t been the longest work day in history, but maybe it’s in the top 10? Nothing bad happened (except for my calendar snafu) but it’s just been… long.

28 minutes until my shift ends. We started watching Goodfellas last night. I don’t know if we’ll finish it tonight, but either way we will be sure to constantly stir the gravy.

*We’ve spun a couple of Rush records today, some Yes, some Genesis, some Pink Floyd, some Cream, some Jeff Beck, some Jimmy Page with and without Led Zeppelin (I forgot I found the Death Wish II soundtrack at a used record store at some point in the distant past and I don’t think I had listened to it prior to this afternoon). Currently we’re listening to Blind Faith. When I flipped the record it was from side one to side two (obviously) which means “Sea of Joy.” Good! It also means “Do What You Like.” Not so good. Oh well.

Weird Week

I am having a weird week and I feel like I have to write it down in order to make sense of it.

It’s a full work week for me. Five days. I am going to be out for a couple of hours in the middle of the day tomorrow, but other than that we’re on the normal schedule.

Why then did yesterday (Tuesday) feel like Friday? All day long I was focusing on the imminent start of the weekend… when the weekend was still more than three days off. It did not make any sense. Now it’s Wednesday and somehow, unbelievably, it still feels like Friday? I just don’t get it.

Does this mean that tomorrow (Thursday) is going to feel like Friday too? Is every day going to feel like Friday until I actually get a Friday? Is every day going to feel like Friday until the end of time? How is that going to affect the weekend? Is Saturday (if it ever gets here) going to feel like Monday? Or Tuesday? Or Blurnsday?

What caused this epic scramble in my internal calendar? What caused my brain to go so far off the rails? Will I ever recover and get back to normal? The answers are, I don’t know, I don’t know, and probably not. Oh well.

I have about an hour and 40 minutes until my Wednesday (not Friday) work day ends. Once that happens I can start wondering if Thursday is going to feel like Friday too. I’ll let you know how that goes.

Scheduling Things is Difficult

The band’s facebook messenger chat page is exploding right now. We’re trying to get all four of us into a room together and it’s proving to be more difficult than ever before. Our traditional 6pm on Sunday rehearsal time is not doable. We’re waffling back and forth between earlier on Sundays and after work on Thursdays. Thursdays appear to be in the lead at the moment.

Scheduling things is difficult. Was it this hard to do when we were kids? Is this an adult thing? Is it a middle aged adult thing? It’s tough to say. Sometimes acting like a grown up sucks, but what can you do? The alternative (not being a grown up) is probably worse.

Okay. We’re booked for Thursday. I put it on my Google Calendar. It is officially set in stone now. Or something like that.

July

Welcome to July, my friends. Summer is in full swing. Time to start worrying about the weather turning cold and frosty.

That’s sarcasm… or is it.

Man, the time is flying.

I don’t have any plans for the 4th of July. I have to visit my father for a bit, but other than that and the happy fact that I have the day off, the only thing on my radar is the start of the 50 songs in 90 days songwriting challenge.

You know what I want to do? It’s silly… but I want to buy some sparklers. Not fireworks. I have no interest in actual fireworks. Sparklers. I want to sit on the patio in the back yard and light up a few sparklers.

It could very well be the last 4th of July the United States gets to celebrate authentically. We very well could be a fascist dictatorship a year from now. We should do something to mark the last go around.

Also… sparklers are fun.

How is Today Not Friday?

My teeny tiny little pipsqueak of a brain is 100% convinced that today is Friday and it will not hear any arguments to the contrary.

How is today not Friday?

It feels like Friday. It’s been the longest week ever. I have had so much to do at work and after work and before work and around work and in between work and all of that. I feel like I’ve done three weeks worth of work this week, so how is today not Friday?

But it’s not Friday. It is Thursday. That’s going to make today difficult. I keep getting excited about the weekend’s imminent arrival and then I realize we have to get through a whole additional business day after we get through today. No. It can’t be Thursday today. It has to be Friday. It must be Friday!

How is today not Friday?

It’s Only Thursday?

Going into the office on Tuesday this week has melted my brain’s internal calendar. Yesterday felt like Friday but it was only Wednesday. Today is Thursday and it feels like Friday too. Shit.

This weekend is going to be emotional. Harry comes back from a week at his dad’s tomorrow. Then we have the whole day on Saturday. Then at the crack of dawn on Sunday we move him back to school in Vermont.

I miss the kids when the they go to their dad’s for a night or two. Last year was rough with both of them away at school. We only had Bellana back for a few weeks this summer, but we’ve had Harry for the better part of three months. It’s going to be hard seeing him go again.

He’s moving into a new dorm this year and he’ll be in a suite with a bunch of friends. That’s going to be a great experience. He has some interesting classes on his schedule. He’s going to be challenged but he is also going to enjoy himself. A little piece of me is jealous, but I’ve already been there so not really. I am excited for him but I am also going to miss him. The empty nest is looming again and it just makes me sad.

The drive to school takes us past the town Jen and I stayed in on our wedding night. Maybe we should drive through on our way home and try to sort of cheer ourselves up. Who knows.

Until then, I have a Thursday that feels like a Friday to get through. Wish me luck.

Today is Not Friday

Last week my one day in the office was Friday. That has screwed me up completely this week. I think last week combined with today being the last day of the month has me 100% convinced that today is Friday.

No. Today is Thursday. Today is not Friday. The weekend does not start at 5:30 tonight. It starts at 5:30 tomorrow night.

Get it straight, Robert. You have stuff to do.

Three Days

Thanks to some lucky calendar coincidences, I only have a three day work week this week. Talk about a relief.

Christmas is a day off for us. Christmas is Saturday. When Christmas falls on the weekend the rules are we get Friday off for Saturday holidays and Monday off for Sunday. Therefore we get Friday off this year. Sweet.

Christmas Eve is also a day off for us. We’ve had this particular non-national holiday for a few years now, but this is it. Starting in 2022 (2020 too) it’s back to working on Christmas Eve. This year though, Christmas Eve is on Friday, but we’re off on Friday because of Christmas Day, so we “celebrate” Christmas Eve on Thursday and we get Thursday off.

Every once in a while, the calendar just comes through for you, man. In a big way.

So we’re off on Thursday and Friday and we only have a three day week. Next week will also get some calendar magic as New Years Day is also a holiday that falls on Saturday, meaning we get Friday off. We don’t have a New Years Eve holiday, but the schedule works out that we’re off that day anyway.

Let me take this opportunity to praise 2021 for ending on this little up note, even though almost everything else this year has been rotten festering garbage and thanks to omicron there’s no reason to expect 2022 (2020 too) will be better.

HoHoHo!