So It's Sunday Night, and I Think I Might of Just Learned Something From Jay

I'm actually still reeling in shock, as it's such an unregular occurance.

Yes, so we just learned what a facility manager is, and what function they perform in the professional circuit. Accordingly, in the off season, someone has to look after a professional arena or stadium. It's their responsibility to manage events and hire staff, trying to maintain a positive profit margain in the off season of the appropriate team's season. It's not hard to make money for the four months that the Brown's play, but the other 8 have to be filled in some fashion.

Why that's important, I don't know, it's barely on topic with what I was going to talk about in this post. Actually, I didn't really have a subject selected for our little interaction here.

So, it's Sunday night, and I'd pulled out my laptop to plan my week ahead... Or more so to shift about my calendar items, and put reminders on them so I actually get in touch with the people I was supposed to. Made an effort towards setting up email forwarding, to help sort and shift my email about. Not that I get an obscene amount of email, as this little blog of mine has yet to make me famous and all, but it's a nice way to aid me in keeping organized.

We've got a weird little omage to "American Gothic" going on here. It's like a modernized technologically enhanced version, but still has that feel to it. Let me lay the scene for you. Jay and I are both on the couch, he's got an XBOX controller in his hands, and his laptop open infront of him. I've got my laptop on my lap, with the remote to my other PC next to me, my cell under my thigh (just incase I get a text message, and don't hear it vibrate across the room) and four assorted remotes for various devices through out the room. I feel like I should have a jack in the back of my skull, so I can plug into my system and sync up all the various bits of porn and what not. In a Johnny Pnuemonic sort of way, except less damaging, and graciously less useful or imporatant. It's just an interesting scene we've found ourselves protraying and all.

Today was nice, I sat around and did nothing. It's really sort of refreshing, well it would be for that matter if it weren't so depressing. I'm sure you've heard the quote "Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon. - Susan Ertz" it'd seem a bit more on point if it were raining at all today, or the reason I layed around was because I didn't have anything to do. It's not that I couldn't concieve a way to fill my day, my room is so full up with dirty laundry I actually almost fell on it twice last week, or clean up the living room which had become rather trashed itself, or even one more step up do the dishes which have inhabited the sink for so long the flies are starting to appear. All very valid ways to spend the day, and even better, "productive". I know Lou would say that it's fine to lay around all day on a Sunday, and do nothing, but there's a certain bit of guilt or shame involved. I feel like I should spend my time more wisely. It's sort of the same way I feel about working out, or my physical appearance.

Wow, this has become so degrading so quickly. Quick, switch subjects before anyone else notices... Nope, I got nothing.

Till next time then, same lame time, same lame channel.

-Rys4K

p.s.- Well, I prolly beat Dolan in Fantasy Football... So, cheers to my pick strategy...