My week from hell, courtesy of Satan himself

I no longer think Les Miserables the book is better than the play. I had my doubts after the first time I saw it at the Fisher, and after last night, there is no question that there is no comparing the two mediums. I have the utmost respect for professional stage actors (always have, but its even stronger now); I'm not sure there are more talented people in my book. I had second row seats last night and was enthralled at the lights, emotions, singing, and acting. I lost myself completely in the environment and was swept away by the entire production. It was a better company than what I saw before, and the actors were far better singers. I've never sat that close before and it was exciting to see how the people played off each other and how deeply into their characters they became. Even at the last show, they gave it their all. It was noticed and appreciated. And it was awesome. I love stuff like that.

The week ahead:
I have a game today, last of the regular season. My terrible record caculates into working only 43% of the home games. Actually, the percentage sounds better. So I'll stick with that. I still don't know when the playoffs start, but I'm hoping to get an insider's answer when I'm at the Joe tonight. Then maybe I can stop freaking out about one thing this week and work on finding a solution to the scheduling conflict there. To top everything off, I'll have the presentation of the President's Trophy at the end of the game. Bah Humbug. Just start the run for the Cup already.

Tuesday I have a late night at the store. Wednesday I close. There is an entire paragraph dedicated for Thursday. Friday I am supposed to close and Saturday I have an awful kind of mid-shift. Another reason why I need to know if those damn Wings start on Friday or Saturday. My schedule this week brought to you courtesy of Satan himself.

I still don't know if I have someone to cover my shift at the store on Thursday. I don't really care either. But I don't know how exactly I'm going to handle being at court at 1:30 and at the store from 11 -6 either. Priorities must be taken, and in this case, it would mean not getting stuck with paying for a flippin speeding offense for the next two years with higher insurance rates and all that jazz.

Excuse me while I have a temporary nervous breakdown. And I'll get back to you after I have found some sort of control of my life again.