Archive for June, 2010
Furcation, Football Camp & The Physical
My turn has arrived. I’m on furcation, which is what we in the news industry call a combination of furlough and vacation. The down side is no paycheck for one week. (Furlough.) The up side is I am expressly forbidden from all work-related communication for a solid week. (Vacation.)
When I scheduled my furlough, I intended to use the time for productive and useful activities like going through all of the paperwork that has collected, cleaning out the closets, taking long runs, rebuilding the kitchen, cleaning the Gulf, making world peace – you get the idea. Instead, the universe in which I live found out I had a free week and filled in those empty time slots. I’m not complaining because they are useful tasks – doctor’s appointments, study sessions for finals and football camp for TheBean.
I’m not complaining about the lack of me time, just commenting on it. I’m thankful I have the time to ride roughshod over TheBean as he studies for finals and work with him through football camp. He’s not happy about it, but tuff nuggies for him.
Football camp brings the ever-ending question as to how much I should butt in when he’s performing his team managerial duties. Coaches don’t have time to keep him on task so I attend to provide direction. I’m always surprised at how much effort is required to keep 70 young men sufficiently hydrated. Therefore, it’s an important job and I think TheBean is starting to realize its importance.
And today brings the annual physical, which I’ve put off for the past two. I anticipate a fair amount of grief from my MD – she’s gonna yell at me and I deserve it. I’ve been putting off this appointment for a while; every time I thought to schedule it, a convenient excuse was in hand – no time, too much work. Furcation provided a contiguous slice of time and further delay was no longer acceptable.
Tomorrow – from 7:30 AM to 2:30 PM – it’s me time. What to do? Next week, well that’s a different story. It’s not like the work went away – it’s waiting for me, all stacked neatly in an in-box.