Mid-Week Days Off

Is there anything worse than having a day off in the middle of the week? This has happened two years in a row with the 4th of July. Last year it was on a Tuesday and I had to work on Monday because I worked at a bank and it's a federal law that banks can't be closed for more than 3 consecutive days. So that was gay. And now this year, it fell on a Wednesday. So on Tuesday, it felt like the Friday before a 3 day weekend; I came in to work wearing shorts and flip-flops, hung around for a few hours, did about 15 minutes of real actual work, and left at 12:30. It was awesome.

I had a whole big day planned for the 4th. I was gonna go crabbing with some guys in the morning, which was just an excuse to drink beers on a boat at 8:30am, then bring the crabs back to cook them up and have a bbq by the pool all afternoon and then maybe go check out some fireworks. It was gonna be a good 4th.

But what actually happened? I woke up at 5:00am, drove 20 minutes to John's house to find out that there's heavy rain and wind in the forecast, thus cancelling our crabbing trip/booze cruise. So I drive back home, sleep for a few hours, wake up around 10:30 to a dreary and drizzly Independence Day, and proceed to do absolutely nothing all day. The most exciting thing I did was return the empty keg from our housewarming party the previous weekend to the liquor store to get my deposit back. WOO-HOO!

Well, no. I actually did go to the movies with the little lady to see 1408. (Good movie with some geniunely creepy and jumpy moments. Very well-done. Almost worthy of its own blog entry.) So at least I did something. But after the movies, it was back home again. And it was rainy and damp out so we didn't feel like going to check out fireworks. I'm not an uber-patriotic American who gets a hard-on for fireworks on the 4th, but I still kind of felt like I should have at least seen some fireworks, even off in the distance, just to make it seem like the 4th of July. The whole day felt like a dreary Sunday. Why? Because I had to go to work today and Friday. And it's totally pointless because nobody wants to be here. Also, my boss isn't here. So that only adds to the "I Would Rather Be Anywhere But Here" quotient.

Plus, I'm leaving for a seven day vacation starting this Saturday. So all in all, I'd say my level of motivation falls somewhere between "Wanting to get a root canal" and "Desire to get punched in the stomach really hard." This is going to be a pretty brutal day.