9.23.2015

The Personal Day

Joe’s TO DO list was approaching critical capacity. Most of the entries were songs he had to learn on bass guitar in anticipation of the live open jam at Funks Pub on Sunday. Though it was only Wednesday, a trip to Door County with his GF Deborah would preclude any rehearsing on the weekend, and there was a dearth of available time windows before that.

When he got to work, he emailed his boss: Is it OK if I take an unpaid personal day tomorrow?

While he awaited the response, he got online and canceled his RSVP for Wednesday night’s writing group meeting. The topic was autobiographical writing and he hadn’t prepared a submission for critique. The time would be better spent tackling song learning. He was scheduled to meet a potential buyer for Deborah’s drum kit, housed in the Rock Cave of his hopefully soon to be sold house, on Wednesday night. The buyer had bailed a couple of times already and Joe suspected he might bail again, after which he would have to put the drum kit back on the market. He needed it to sell before his house did, as there wasn’t room for it at Deborah’s, what with all his other music gear.

His boss OK’d the time off. She usually did, because he was a contract hourly employee and any time he took off saved the company money. Ironically, his to do list at work was up to date, most tasks completed or punted into other peoples’ courts.

The personal day was a Thursday and the only thing he had to do on Thursday was pick up his Community Supported Agriculture (CSA) box with its half share of vegetables and a dozen free range eggs. That would be a nice, needed break in a day otherwise filled with intense music practice. Once the song learning was complete, his TO DO list would be substantially reduced.

The night before, he hadn't practiced much because he had gone to see the film Black Mass with Deborah. It was an extremely dark and violent film, but historically accurate and well done.

No comments:

Post a Comment