Off Season!

          I called a few of my estranged friends the other day and said "You know what September means..." " we get to see you again!" Yup its that time where I work 40 -50 hours a week, what a strange feeling it is. The end of the season was an interesting one especially since the area I work in saw just about every type of natural disaster there is. Earthquake, Hurricane, Tornadoes, I half expected to see a volcano to pop up in the middle of the east coast with Tommy Lee Jones and Anne Hache hot on its trail. It could of been worse that's for sure.

That's not my stadium, but like I said it could have been way worse, that is from Hurricane Irene!

         It might sound hard, but we have hurricane proofing down to a science at this point. It only took 2-3 hours after a Friday Night game and fireworks, starting around 11pm, no big deal. I would also like to thank one of our darling assistants for shoving me out of the way while moving our outfield bar so I didn't get crushed, her explanation later was completely unnecessary...

"I was scared for my life and it didn't look like you where moving so I shoved you so I could run, I really wasn't concerned for your safety, but I'm glad I could save your life I guess"

 Well thanks I guess....
So now what happens, with a quiet office and 1/3 of the staff there was a month ago. I sit and I mourn the loss of our assistants, I thoroughly enjoyed this bunch they where some of the most entertaining people I have ever met. Although every other sentence was if you don't get away from, stop talking, or do exactly what I say I'm going to hurt you/throw something at you ( or some sort of variation of this line) I think they enjoyed their experience working in sports as well. Especially the ones I asked nicely ( or made  them) to dress up as hot dogs and wear wigs to dance on the dug out, so I could fulfill my dreams of being a performer in front of thousands as a Clawdette. (Thanks guys!) Now we start planning for next season and start having a normal desk job for a month or so, I complain all season long about the season and I complain all off season about the off season there is no winning.
 So for now the lonely desk chair is where I sit, slowly inducing carpel tunnel and eye strain from the computer. But, I do get out way closer to five o'clock now, so I guess I should stop complaining.