Sampson, what have you done?
So work called me when I got home. Not my area, but Production Support. They're desperate for someone who is familiar with both Check and Deposit Services to come in on Christmas Day and oversee some things with IEX. Normally my response to this would be to tell them to die in a fire, however, as I started to say it, Doug promised me triple time, in addition to giving me another free Personal day. They were really desperate. While it's not flattering to be the last guy they called for help, and it sucks to work on Christmas, this year I will console myself with the huge piles of money that I will be rewarded with. Then I will ball like a little girl when I see that it's all going to taxes. However, in one day, I will clear what I make for over half of a week. That's a good gig if you can get it, considering all I'll be doing is playing pinball at my PC and waiting for people to call me. This is after the giant bonus that I was given in my last check. For the first time in a long time, I have no debts besides my truck, and that is now two months paid in advance, as well as insurance being paid up. Yes, I'm bragging, but I earned it, I cockpunched a lot of counterfeiters this year.
In other news, I cut most of my hair off, and my head feels weird.
Gretchen conned me into playing a game of pickup hockey with some of the guys she works with over the weekend, so I will let you all know how I hold up. I've broken out my rollerblades recently and started running through some old skating drills. It'll be very weird to play again, since I haven't played since the day Nick died, and it'll be weird to not be between the pipes, but I can't play goal at the level that I'm accustomed to. At least I won't have sky high hopes playing forward, since I was mostly just a fast mucker who won faceoffs and patrolled the point on powerplays, bashing pucks towards opposing netminders. Maybe I'll get to use one of my three nifty moves on someone. Everyone pray for me to bust out the spin-o-rama, Denis Savard style.
In other news, I cut most of my hair off, and my head feels weird.
Gretchen conned me into playing a game of pickup hockey with some of the guys she works with over the weekend, so I will let you all know how I hold up. I've broken out my rollerblades recently and started running through some old skating drills. It'll be very weird to play again, since I haven't played since the day Nick died, and it'll be weird to not be between the pipes, but I can't play goal at the level that I'm accustomed to. At least I won't have sky high hopes playing forward, since I was mostly just a fast mucker who won faceoffs and patrolled the point on powerplays, bashing pucks towards opposing netminders. Maybe I'll get to use one of my three nifty moves on someone. Everyone pray for me to bust out the spin-o-rama, Denis Savard style.