Thursday, July 01, 2010
Saying No Is Hard To Do
When I pulled into the open company parking lot this morning with just eight cars that would soon become over 500 and used a turn signal with nary another automobile running and had to back track to retrieve my awful picture badge after reaching the revolving door of the building it was another reminder. A hint of the wear-and-tear that my eyes tell and body laboring a bit after a good stretch of work and school has left me in need of a disconnect.
It killed me to turn down someone who I doubt I've no to in two years, as I had to tell both gigs this was planned a month and a half ago. No PokerStarsBlog, no Bluff Magazine, no laptop, only a cell phone with a number that only a few know will be open for texting me to share a drink or give me a conversation topic for the late night bonfires. My black Toshiba Satellite will rest on top of the $2.99 beige foam support on the couch where my ass imprint is quite profound after two months while covering SCOOP, extra PokerStars Sunday Majors reporting, school. and the World Series of Poker. No working thru the night and into this dark cubical where the lights haven't been lit as the parking lot mentioned above remains relatively bare. General ledger analysis and highlighting text will need until next week when school starts up again.
This weekend was cleared to give my wife a husband for a solid five days since our real 10th year anniversary in a few months is surrounded by family obligations, work, and school. Being off-the-grid will give no excuses to miss out on the Saturday four-man best-ball tourney or taking four kids in my golf cart up to the clubhouse for the best $1 swirled ice cream waffle cone you can find within 15 minutes of the Wisconsin border. While it killed me to say no to work projects that I love, my son gave me a little perspective of how much I've been heads-down on my 15" monitor this summer. He asked "daddy, do you have to go home early to work again?".
"Not this time buddy".
I'll see you Tuesday, and with any luck, I'll be rested but hungover.