To echo KC's sentiments in her post, I'm writing my post with the rain in the background. But seriously, what is the deal with all this rain?
Anyway, my post is about the v-word. Before I continue, GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER! I'm talking about vacation. Vacation is a very foreign word when you are working in sports. Frankly, it is very rare when you are able to take a couple days off to relax because there are games or community appearances or other obligations that come first. Before today, I couldn't tell you the last time I was on vacation. My real vacation isn't until June so this is kind of the pre-cursor to the real vacay.
The next four days I get to enjoy sometime away from the office. You know, a time to recoop, relax or well at least try too. Surprisingly, it only took a few hours of me not doing anything to think about work and to check my e-mail and even consider doing some things to get me ready for my busy week next week.
I slapped my hand away from my computer and forced myself to go out for lunch and mani/pedis--that of which is nearly impossibly and quite frankly doesn't make any sense to do during the season.
To alleviate my anxiety, I have only been on e-mail once so far and that made me breath a little bit.
I'm going a little bit stir crazy, but that is just what happens when you work non-stop crazy hours and then get a chance to sit down. It's like you feel like the world is spinning around while you are standing still. And as hectic and crazy that spinning is, you still want to be apart of it!
But now, I think I'm gonna go back and "enjoy" this rain that has consumed us lately. There are many cliche quotes and sayings about rain. So to be a cheeseball let me share one of my favorite rain quotes "Rain Rain go away come again another day...."
*******************Jazz
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Confetti, War and Rainforests
According to Wikipedia "Rain forests are forests characterized by high rainfall, with definitions based on a minimum normal annual rainfall of 1750-2000 mm (68-78 inches)"... so if I change it a little to baseball field... I would be working in a RAINfield? Rain Park? Really why won't its just stop raining!!!!!
Girls are supposed to look nice right? I refuse to put any effort into any more, no make up, no hair dryer, no straightener, definitely no nail polish of any kind, I just cant find the point in any more. I mean this morning by 7:40 my hair was as big as the Jackson Five's put together. I had dirt and grass dripping down my legs and if there was make up involved I would of looked like a crying clown... so I give up... sorry office mates... this is what I look like.
Special Events are fun, I give our Special Events dude props, for putting on some good ones. But, right now not a fan. We are hosting a tournament and well of course its raining. Our assistants and us lucky full timers who haven't been here ten years get to rotate sticking around in case we have to tarp. My first thought was alright I can get some extra work done and then we will be out of here, I lost that positive thinking when by seven the first game hadn't started, and by ten the first game wasn't finished (keep in mind tournament more than one game). At least I was kept entertained by my company and we got creative around ten, hide and seek anyone?? Ya we are all adults, but what else are you going to do, I couldn't come up with any thing better. If you ever see some hot dog suites lying on the floor, hide under them they will never find you. Seriously never.
Besides great hiding spots, I learned a valuable lesson this week. Don't start a war, if you don't have the defense power for multiple counter attacks. I walked by a friends desk one night and there was a bag of confetti and their keys just sitting there and no one to guard them. It gave me what I thought was a brilliant idea. Confetti in the air vents and it will be like a party every time the air goes on, who wouldn't like a party in their car every day! Apparently some people don't and I have no lying skills, so it took.... eehhh thirty seconds to figure out I was the culprit. So to my one act, the repercussions have been dire. I came back to my purse with my keys missing, took me half and hour to find them so I could go home. Confetti in my desk, in my purse, in my planner, in my business card holder, the list goes on and the constant threat that I do not know whats lurking around the corner.
I don't ever want to see confetti again. Maybe this is a girls way of thinking, but I thought I would get one act against me to make it even, you know an eye for an eye. Apparently the mans way of thinking is an eye for an eye, arm, leg, other eye and then you just have to see what else.
Lesson learned!! .
Girls are supposed to look nice right? I refuse to put any effort into any more, no make up, no hair dryer, no straightener, definitely no nail polish of any kind, I just cant find the point in any more. I mean this morning by 7:40 my hair was as big as the Jackson Five's put together. I had dirt and grass dripping down my legs and if there was make up involved I would of looked like a crying clown... so I give up... sorry office mates... this is what I look like.
Special Events are fun, I give our Special Events dude props, for putting on some good ones. But, right now not a fan. We are hosting a tournament and well of course its raining. Our assistants and us lucky full timers who haven't been here ten years get to rotate sticking around in case we have to tarp. My first thought was alright I can get some extra work done and then we will be out of here, I lost that positive thinking when by seven the first game hadn't started, and by ten the first game wasn't finished (keep in mind tournament more than one game). At least I was kept entertained by my company and we got creative around ten, hide and seek anyone?? Ya we are all adults, but what else are you going to do, I couldn't come up with any thing better. If you ever see some hot dog suites lying on the floor, hide under them they will never find you. Seriously never.
Besides great hiding spots, I learned a valuable lesson this week. Don't start a war, if you don't have the defense power for multiple counter attacks. I walked by a friends desk one night and there was a bag of confetti and their keys just sitting there and no one to guard them. It gave me what I thought was a brilliant idea. Confetti in the air vents and it will be like a party every time the air goes on, who wouldn't like a party in their car every day! Apparently some people don't and I have no lying skills, so it took.... eehhh thirty seconds to figure out I was the culprit. So to my one act, the repercussions have been dire. I came back to my purse with my keys missing, took me half and hour to find them so I could go home. Confetti in my desk, in my purse, in my planner, in my business card holder, the list goes on and the constant threat that I do not know whats lurking around the corner.
I don't ever want to see confetti again. Maybe this is a girls way of thinking, but I thought I would get one act against me to make it even, you know an eye for an eye. Apparently the mans way of thinking is an eye for an eye, arm, leg, other eye and then you just have to see what else.
Lesson learned!! .
***** KC******
Sunday, May 15, 2011
R.I.P... Hot dog suite...
Back on another home stand, after about ten days off, well not really off I was working, but no games. One tarp so far, but I have ranted enough about tarp. It started off as a good week, but it has quickly spiraled downward for me. To start it off let me explain how much I love theme nights, they are fun to plan and see all come together, with fun stuff on the concourse, decorations, dressing up and cool stuff on the score board they make the night come alive. With that being said they may be death of me.
I thought I had a great idea and I was making signs to put at the front of the gates, the problem is the gates are wind tunnels. I being a girl and it was nice warm day decided on a skirt for the day, its not so easy to bend and move and have quick reactions in one. So the wind blows my sign down and just missed my foot, phew. Here is a great idea put it back in the same spot, the same way, with the same amount of wind, it will stay now! As expected it flew off this time on my ankle and surprisingly white boards bounce and sliced my leg open! Being as I lost my girly, damsel in distress title as soon as I started working in sports, no one ran to my rescue. They all just pointed and laughed... not cool.... I made it through the rest of the day with out incedent and found a sweet spider man band aid.
Fast forward to the next day... another fun theme night where we let dogs into the Ballpark, sounds great. I decided to help do one of our skits with kids on the field in a hot dog suite... yup this is what I went to college for. After the skit I took a lap around the concourse still dressed as a hot dog and around home plate I hear a growling, I turned to look around see what it was, it was a giant dog in mid air with jaw open looking to take a chunk out of the giant hot dog in front of it, instead it got my arm. I yelled "********" looked and it was coming back out me so I sprinted as fast as my hot dog legs could carry me. No need to stick around and see what would happen, I value my life. I ran into the office kind of in a panic A.) a dog just bit me B.) that really hurts and C.) I thought it had my sent and would find me. Again do I get any kind of sympathy, no, just laughter, and hey if your foaming at the mouth dont come in tomorrow. I have no intention of ever putting that hot dog suite on again!!
Yup thats what its like to be a girl in minor league sports!
KC***********
I thought I had a great idea and I was making signs to put at the front of the gates, the problem is the gates are wind tunnels. I being a girl and it was nice warm day decided on a skirt for the day, its not so easy to bend and move and have quick reactions in one. So the wind blows my sign down and just missed my foot, phew. Here is a great idea put it back in the same spot, the same way, with the same amount of wind, it will stay now! As expected it flew off this time on my ankle and surprisingly white boards bounce and sliced my leg open! Being as I lost my girly, damsel in distress title as soon as I started working in sports, no one ran to my rescue. They all just pointed and laughed... not cool.... I made it through the rest of the day with out incedent and found a sweet spider man band aid.
Fast forward to the next day... another fun theme night where we let dogs into the Ballpark, sounds great. I decided to help do one of our skits with kids on the field in a hot dog suite... yup this is what I went to college for. After the skit I took a lap around the concourse still dressed as a hot dog and around home plate I hear a growling, I turned to look around see what it was, it was a giant dog in mid air with jaw open looking to take a chunk out of the giant hot dog in front of it, instead it got my arm. I yelled "********" looked and it was coming back out me so I sprinted as fast as my hot dog legs could carry me. No need to stick around and see what would happen, I value my life. I ran into the office kind of in a panic A.) a dog just bit me B.) that really hurts and C.) I thought it had my sent and would find me. Again do I get any kind of sympathy, no, just laughter, and hey if your foaming at the mouth dont come in tomorrow. I have no intention of ever putting that hot dog suite on again!!
Yup thats what its like to be a girl in minor league sports!
KC***********
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
What's that Sound?
I was driving into work this morning thinking of what I should write in my next post. I was looking at my surroundings, listening to my music trying to get inspired in some way. Well, let's face it my route to work every morning is BORRRRRRRING!
I finally get into work, sort of bummed that I didn't have time to make a quick Dunkin Donuts run (let's face it again---I rarely have that extra time. I value sleep more then my tea and bagel in the AM). Today there were more ladies in the office then the gents and right around 2pm my inspiration was sparked. I don't know why it took me this long to get with the program, but there were no boy arguments about boy things (hahaha). I hafta say that sound was a bit refreshing....
And I don't think it has to be put any more simply than that.
************************Jazz
I finally get into work, sort of bummed that I didn't have time to make a quick Dunkin Donuts run (let's face it again---I rarely have that extra time. I value sleep more then my tea and bagel in the AM). Today there were more ladies in the office then the gents and right around 2pm my inspiration was sparked. I don't know why it took me this long to get with the program, but there were no boy arguments about boy things (hahaha). I hafta say that sound was a bit refreshing....
And I don't think it has to be put any more simply than that.
************************Jazz
Monday, May 2, 2011
If you ever enter my mind, stay there.
Life has been good to me lately. I have worked one 9 game homestand so far and we're gearing up for our second, which is just a mere 8 games. I absolutely love game days. A normal 8:30a-5:30p office day goes by so freakin' slowly to me when the team is on the road. But I love my down time, too.
I've been so lucky to be able to live in New Jersey and now North Carolina in just a year. I have met some people who have legitimately touched my life and even though I was only with them for nine months, I know I'll keep in touch with them forever. I've realized the past couple months I've grown apart from some people who I considered great friends. Sometimes when I actually stop to breathe and think about it, I get really sad and my heart still aches a little, but I suppose that's life. The people who are supposed to be there will be.
It just recently just hit me about how blessed I've been to be able to work in baseball and live in such a gorgeous city. If you've never been to Asheville, I'd suggest come for a visit. It's such a unique place and there is SO much to do. I have been exploring and doing things I never thought I would. This last weekend I went to Lake Lure which is where Dirty Dancing was filmed then we climbed up Chimney Rock, which is where Last of the Mohicans was filmed. I'm only here for who knows how long so I'm going to take advantage of it.
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| Me, Buck and Lindsay at the top of Chimney Rock. |
Since we've had so much down time, we've been going a little crazy in the office lately. Lots and lots of pictures of poop have graced the background of my computer. Lots of fantasy baseball checking (I'm in first place, bitches) and stretched out lunches. Our homestand starts on Cinco de Mayo, a Thirsty Thursday, so I imagine it's going to be an interesting night. I'm sure I'll have some good stories by the weekend and if you're lucky, I might share them.
-D
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