Big news! For the first time since my junior year of high school before I ever got a job, from senior year at Camelot Music, to multiple jobs in college, to my first gigs the first year out of college, to nine years at CNN, and then my first two-and-a-half years at my current news director position, I finally have a Monday-through-Friday shift.
Yes, starting on Labor Day, I will be off on weekends. This means that I get to attend family functions like everyone else, I get to sit down and watch football all day long if I want, get to go to church Sunday mornings and not be in a hurry to get to work afterward, and I get to fight for seats in the movie theater instead of having ten rows to myself at a random matinee on a weekday afternoon to stretch out, eat hot dogs and nachos and not worry about morons kicking my chair. Okay, I kind of liked that last part.
Of course, I will be doing the early morning 4a-to-Noon shift, so my years of being a night owl are over, but in the news business there are no 9-to-5 gigs for technical folks.
Val, of course, is thrilled, although it doesn't matter a whole lot since she only has nine days of work left before she quits to stay home and wait for our mini Cooper to arrive. Every day will be pretty much the same to her. Hopefully she'll use the next two months to hibernate so that she won't be so tired in November and December (and January and February and March and ... well, you get the idea).
Meanwhile, I'm trying to get Val to realize that at seven months pregnant she can get away with wearing anything, and only judgy bitches will care. A week ago she broke down and bought some crocs since none of her other 50 pair of shoes fit anymore due to bloating (her feet must be ballooning up from 6 1/2 to what, 7?) So far, they're comfy, but I'm having a tough time convincing her that she can wear the crocs to church or wear sweats to work.
What else is going on?
Well, AT&T is finally coming to install DSL tomorrow and to turn on our land line. They were supposed to come ten days ago, right after DirecTV was installed. However, the day the DirecTV lady told me AT&T would be out, I slept on the couch for my afternoon nap after work to wait, and wait, and wait, and finally at 5:30 called and was told that AT&T had rescheduled for the 31st.
Really, AT&T? Anyone ever going to call and tell me this? It turns out they did change the date in an email that was sent out, but it was one of five that I got when I ordered the bundle, so I just figured it was confirmation for the 20th. And what if I didn't have cable internet right now? How exactly would I check my email to see the date change? A phone call wouldn't kill you. I mean, somebody there owns a phone, am I right?
By the way, it took until approximately 7 p.m. the very first night we had DirecTV for the signal to go all squiggly due to a thunderboomer. At least the local channels worked, I tell myself, reassuringly.