They're Trying To Kill Me
My co-workers are all involved in a giant consipiacy to drive me into an early grave. Why would anyone want to snuff out a guy as cool as me, you may wonder? Well, I have no freakin' idea. But allow me to elaborate.
I went on vacation on Friday, September 1st and left town the following morning. Everyone knew that. They knew I wouldn't be back until this past Thursday, and they also knew that I could really care less about work while I was going (since, you know, that's the whole point of vacation, right?).
So I reach my destination Saturday afternoon and I'm on my first beer when my phone rings. It's one of the guys on my squad. He calls to tell me that my Corporal (my assistant squad supervisor) managed to have an accident with his cruiser. Nothing too serious - he's fine - but the car will need a couple new tires and probably some new wheels. Why is he calling me about this? I'm two states away and I couldn't do anything about it if I wanted to (and believe me, I didn't want to anyway). He even tells me that the Lieutenant was already notified about it. Again, why is he calling me then? Beats the shit out of me. I just took a drink and told him I'd see him when I got back. Thanks for getting my vacation off to a good start, pal.
Tonight we start our overnight rotation. My phone rings about an hour or so ago. It's one of my guys. He's asking about getting a day off in early October. I don't get it. It's not that he woke me up or anything. I was already awake, lounging around enjoying a damn fine cup o' coffee. But he was going to see me at work in a few hours. That couldn't wait? I don't get it. I usually do my best work when I'm actually at work.
But I'm not going to stress about it. I am going to let them know that unless it's some serious issue or emergency, whatever it is needs to wait until we're back at work. I think that's only fair. I may be able to extent my life expentency after all.
Switching gears - hockey season is pretty much right around the corner (although it won't start soon enough for me). Looks like Washington won't be picking up anymore players before the start of the season, even though it was highly rumored that they would. No big deal, I still like the way the team is shaping up. But there's still a big difference between looking good on paper and looking good on the ice. We'll see. Also, I picked up The Fray's "Live at the Electric Factory Bootleg, Vol. 1" on iTunes. Very cool. My favorites are "Over My Head" (of course), "She Is," and "How To Save a Life." Check it out.
I went on vacation on Friday, September 1st and left town the following morning. Everyone knew that. They knew I wouldn't be back until this past Thursday, and they also knew that I could really care less about work while I was going (since, you know, that's the whole point of vacation, right?).
So I reach my destination Saturday afternoon and I'm on my first beer when my phone rings. It's one of the guys on my squad. He calls to tell me that my Corporal (my assistant squad supervisor) managed to have an accident with his cruiser. Nothing too serious - he's fine - but the car will need a couple new tires and probably some new wheels. Why is he calling me about this? I'm two states away and I couldn't do anything about it if I wanted to (and believe me, I didn't want to anyway). He even tells me that the Lieutenant was already notified about it. Again, why is he calling me then? Beats the shit out of me. I just took a drink and told him I'd see him when I got back. Thanks for getting my vacation off to a good start, pal.
Tonight we start our overnight rotation. My phone rings about an hour or so ago. It's one of my guys. He's asking about getting a day off in early October. I don't get it. It's not that he woke me up or anything. I was already awake, lounging around enjoying a damn fine cup o' coffee. But he was going to see me at work in a few hours. That couldn't wait? I don't get it. I usually do my best work when I'm actually at work.
But I'm not going to stress about it. I am going to let them know that unless it's some serious issue or emergency, whatever it is needs to wait until we're back at work. I think that's only fair. I may be able to extent my life expentency after all.
Switching gears - hockey season is pretty much right around the corner (although it won't start soon enough for me). Looks like Washington won't be picking up anymore players before the start of the season, even though it was highly rumored that they would. No big deal, I still like the way the team is shaping up. But there's still a big difference between looking good on paper and looking good on the ice. We'll see. Also, I picked up The Fray's "Live at the Electric Factory Bootleg, Vol. 1" on iTunes. Very cool. My favorites are "Over My Head" (of course), "She Is," and "How To Save a Life." Check it out.
posted by P. at 1:43 PM
2 Comments:
So how goes life in uniform? Any stupid crook stories? Do you get to use the lights a lot??? :) Life here is back to school, Max turned 13 (OMG) and Catie graduated to a bigger horse. I'm getting another new boss (#5) 9/25. But...HOCKEY SEASON STARTS IN 22 DAYS...22 DAYS...22 DAYS...
They must have succeeded, dismembered the body, put it in a wood chipper, and...oh wait that was Fargo (by far the weirdiest movie). Hope your not dead 'cause hockey season starts in 15 days...15 days...15 days...
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