Sunday Posting Preview

Yet another long weekend is behind me, and as I consider the fact that in two weeks’ time Sunday will find me one day into my weekend, with a shorter than usual two-day work week behind me.
Yes, that’s right; as of July 2 we’re making the switch to the Thursday through Saturday shift.
This means that we go in to work on a Friday and come Saturday at 6:30 pm we call it quits until 6 am on Thursday.
With that in mind I thought I’d get a head start on getting you habituated to there being new entries posted on Sunday.
While for Scott the shift change means being able to go to church with his family for the first time (not counting vacations) in 5+ years, for me it’s pretty much meaningless.
One day is much the same as any other.
Apart from the fact that I won’t be up to watch Law & Order on Wednesday nights, the change actually means less money for me, as currently I get paid a 10% shift differential for working on Sundays.
In addition to that disappearing, I’ll also be spending another $3.20 a week in tolls, as I will most likely end up taking the Greenway home on Thursday night’s in addition to Fridays (traffic on 7 is a little easier to deal with on Saturdays and Sundays).
On the plus side, though, it means that I’ll be able to go out and do stuff on Saturday nights, all kinds of fun and exciting stuff, stuff like…umm…stuff like…well, you know…umm…stuff.
Well, there must be all kinds of stuff for an anti-social, reclusive recovering alcoholic with a fear of crowds and an intense dislike for most popular music and social activities to do on a Saturday night.
I mean, the world is practically my oyster.
Oh, right.  I don’t like oysters.
In any case, on the topic of going out and doing stuff, today I finally got around to buying my tickets for my trip home next month.
At $393 it was around $100 more than what I’ve paid in the past.
If none of the limitations on my ability/willingness to actually go out into the world and do things mentioned above hadn’t already, that little bit of sticker shock pretty effectively killed this odd feeling I’ve had of late that I should go somewhere on a real vacation.
Nothing against my family and whatever friends I’ll manage to see back home, but going home isn’t really a vacation.  I’m talking something adventurous and out of character, like a trip to Australia, or Europe, or a cruise, or something a hell of a lot less lame than a week-long stay at my parents’ house in Twin Lakes, Michigan.
I don’t know what’s been behind this odd pseudo-wanderlust.  I suppose it’s just the rapid advancing of time and the growing sense that the last 30+ years of have been a colossal waste of it.
Or maybe it’s just an urge to shake things up and get out of the rut I’ve been in for who knows how long.
The problem, though, is that the rut is pretty damned deep and I’m not sure I can climb out of it.
And of course the other problem can be summed up in that sage bit of wisdom:  no matter where you go, there you are.
Really what I want to do is take a vacation from being me, but I’m not sure how I’d go about accomplishing that.
*Sigh*
In any case, to end things on bit less of a down beat, I…umm…hmm.  I don’t know how to finish that sentence.
Oh!  Happy Father’s Day to any and all fathers out there!