I dont know, I guess I'm good with 5-7 hours of sleep. I keep getting to bed later than I like, and waking up WAY too early, but aside from having my eyelids start to drag around 11:30pm, i'm not yet experiencing any sort of exhaustion during the day. My job energizes me. Every morning I have 45 min to remind myself why I'm doing this and it really does work- I get to work and am as awake and ready to go as Karissa is (Karissa has an unlimited supply of energy as far as I've seen). I'll save a description of my little in the car routine for another entry... just know that it was inspired by the one, the only Dwight Schrute, who has actually taught me a bit about motivation and determination. Yes, I'm using Dwight as a role model, haha.
This week has been sweet. On Sunday, my day was booked between church, lunch with Julia (best friend from elementary school- we're living about .5 mi from each other right now), and an evening with Kearah and Adam down in Foxboro. Kiip and Adam are moving to VA as Adam will be going for his PhD down thurr... wow huh? Anyhow, if there's something to regret in life, it's not spending every day off I've ever had with those two. They're two of the best people I know. They make ME a better person. I love them as individuals and as a married couple. Plus, they always cook something really good when I come over :) We had pizza, completely from scratch. And I'm excited to have a day off, or even a day when I get home at a normal hour, so I can go down the street and visit J. There's something very reminiscent of childhood in our situation... we were closest in childhood, and now we have the chance to be like neighborhood friends. I'm happy to have someone like her in my life after all these years. We used to do everything together, so many crazy memories.
Monday... back to work! Monday was pretty MONDAY-N. Haha, i just came up with that. I spent the entire day in the ticket office with Karissa helping her from being overwhelmed with everything that was going on. We all cycle in and out of the man-the-front-desk, man-the-ticket-office tasks. I really like Karissa, we get along well and she is one of the great encouragers at the Rox, at least to me.. I dont know. Anyhow, the task is mundane because it's away from all of the other people I generally spend my day with, and it's doing work almost all day, imagine that. We work hard during a typical day, but there's also a lot of down time. But things went fine, I got better at ticket sales, and at the end of the day I drove home to... Bridgewater? Oh sweet, short drive to Bridgewater, how I miss you already. My friend John's parents are on vacation for the week and he made an open invitation for anyone who needed to crash to stay at his place. This offer came at an opportune time as we were all expected to arrive at the park at 7:30am the next morning for the School Day day game. Up until that point, John and I had a pretty sarcastic relationship but I feel like I made my first real friend of the Rox experience that night. I mean I get along well with everyone there, we're a pretty good group. But we're still just work friends for the most part. John is a very self-motivated guy and I'm making the most of what I have in the people around me, using him as my gauge. It might sound silly to be intense about a gig with an unaffiliated minor league team but I WILL want this the most. It'll be a close race but I want to be known as the hardest worker, the reliable one, the go-to. Most of the others that I work with directly (not the front office guys) arent doing this with the same kind of goals in mind but I know what I'm after, I know what this could mean for my future. I do everything I'm assigned to the best of my ability and I know that it'll pay off somewhere down the line. Oh, and there's a piano at John's house, and it's out of the city which is a nice change once in a while. It was great to play piano again. And in the morning, I had a 20 min drive to work. It was magical, haha.
Tuesday to follow.. time to get in the car and drive.
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