The Monday Copper Rush

This is the only day of the week where I have to contend with heavy traffic and travel with the masses to the promised land. And it is a hellacious drive. Good grief. If I could move into an apartment or loft downtown, I would in a heartbeat, not only because I always thought that would be awesome, but because it would make my life so much easier. I would then have to invest in a bike I could use to get to and from work. And to think I wouldn't even have to give my Joe Louis!

I think the Super Chev knows I've been thinking about a replacement. It's not acting up out of the ordinary, but just enough to make me worry.

I was almost near tears this morning when I found out I have a meeting with the VSAs and my boss on Thursday. Thursday was my only day off this week. It sucks. All of it. I need a vacation. Is it August 11th yet?

Now I have to fit my list of things to accomplish this week into times surrounding my work day. Will this madness ever end? Really? For the love of pete.

Tonight starts the Stanley Cup Finals. It's about damn time. I don't know how long it's been since I've watched a blasted hockey game. I didn't get any of the Eastern Conference Finals. If the Cup goes South for the second year in a row -errr minus the locked-out interruption- I'm going and stealing and taking it to Edmonton. Or maybe I'll just hang on to it until this time next year. I wanted to still be working at the Joe right now. But I just wonder if the Wings had still been playing and I had still been ushering, if I would have let the museum job pass me by. I wonder if my life would be easier and if I would have more time to dedicate to those who need my attention more than my places of employment. It seems like ages ago since I've worked a hockey game. Good grief.

Does time really pass that quickly?

I hate how busy I am right now. I'm not even 25 yet. This can't be normal. I hate that I can't spend time with my friends and make deeper and meaningful connections with them. I'm not running away from anything; I'm not hiding from anyone. Why among the success is their remorse? Am I going to have to live like this forever? Pass up chances to be truly happy? When will the madness end and a routine settle in?

Go Oilers!