My weekends are probably more work than another day of the week. And yet, I still go out.
Dumb life choices, Marissa…DUMB
But while my mom's voice in my head goes "Now don't do anything I wouldn't do."(she's on par with angels so I crossed that line a long time ago) and my dad's with his "Do as I say, not as I did." (let's be real, he was WAY crazier than I will ever ever be) I can't help but think "I totally can go out and drink and not go to bed til 3 and still get up for work at 7:30. Totes. I got this."
Ya, ya, ya, keep judging. Haters gonna hate.
But I did it anyway (sorry mom) and it was all aboard the struggle bus that morning at work but I got up, took a cold shower and made my way to set up for the tournament with my staff in tow. hey it's like Drake said, YOLO. (gag. I died a little saying that. but you get my point)
Otherwise this weekend wasn't anything super crazy. We celebrated a friend's birthday, played drunken apples to apples, watched The Breakfast Club and was able to maneuver out of a rather awkward dance floor situation that involved a choreography of strategic dance moves, my own rendition of Beyonce's Put A Ring On It, and spilling my jack and coke (not the Jack!). But since my mother and my nana and my boss read this that story will be saved for a later date.
I don't have a problem. I just don't like to not be social. And I'm learning the hard way that the mid-west takes drinking to a new level. It really should be a sport out here, it's down right impressive. I try to hang and then case-en-point…I have to wear my sunglasses and clutch my cup of coffee like it's my bible, all while setting up pop-up tents for a Quidditch Tournament. Yes, quidditch, like Harry Potter, brooms and the flying snitch.
My life sometimes…you can't make this shit up.
So ya, the Californian is struggling with keeping up with the locals. But I'm getting there, or I'll at least learn how to fake it til I make it. That's my theme this year I think, faking it til I make it. If I ever do make it, I'll let y'all know.
So yeah, Quidditch. It's a real club, they had a real tournament and look it up, but it has a real association, real rules, real people playing. They go all out too, hoops, broom sticks, quaffles, bludgers, a snitch, the whole 9 yards. And they play really hard. We had to call the ambulance out twice and another 2 went to the hospital on their own with a dislocated shoulder, and a possible fractured collar bone. All in the life of a quidditch player. Don't worry it's ok to be a little weirded out. I was too.
The other tournament was Ultimate frisbee. They're a world of their own as well. They run around in long basketball shorts, soccer cleats and bro tanks chasing a frisbee for hours and hours. I think some are part dog because they just don't stop ever, they literally drool over catching a frisbee and the way they can make that frisbee fly is unnatural at best. but they're a cool bunch.
This weekend was supposed to be a homework weekend though, but with the tourney's going on, I felt compelled to be out there. Do I have staff to do that? Duh. Will it work probably just fine with out me? Probs. But out I go.
And here's where I had yet another light bulb moment.
I was sitting watching Ulitmate frisbee with a guy on my staff. I've gotten to know him more and he's pretty cool. Super sarcastic, very cocky, not at all apologetic for anything he does or is and has a very big, i do not give a flying **** attitude. But he's hilarious. All I do is laugh and throw sarcastic retorts right back at him. Reminds me very much of my guy friends back in Davis. (Btw, if any of you are reading this, would it kill you to drop a call sometime? I miss you, you ass holes.)
So we're making snarky remarks and talking about the job, why the heck I'm out in So. Ill. instead of Cali, etc. and he explains how much better life would be if he was in charge. He's got it all worked out, use the turf fields for all the IM's, say suck it to athletics, get all new awesome gear, and not have so many flipping sport clubs (we have 40), and make the students do everything, etc, etc. Everything he's saying is totally ridiculous for the most part and he's just being a smartass. But he kinda did make some good points. Like why was I there? He had it handled for the most part and it doesn't take an army to watch people play frisbee.
Cue the wheels a turnin.
I had planned on leaving for lunch anyway but then as I left and got home I was like, why go back? So I called him and pretty much said, you got it, dude. I did have to drive the rec truck over for clean up but then I gave him the keys and was like, here ya go.
And get this? Nothing bad happened.
Shocker. I know.
But this is really good. I need to not micro-manage everything. Recently I haven't had a whole lot of responsibility and so I have felt the need to be in the middle of every little thing. But that's not why I got hired. They don't need supervisors, they need GA's to manage, from afar. So I tried it. And just like how I want to take on more and be a bigger role, my staff does too. This is their job and they take it seriously. Smartass-pants was totally game, and was like, get me the truck and I got everything else. I now call him A-team now. They all are, I just had to give them a chance to prove it.
This whole letting go thing has come at the best time too, as we have a pretty big week long basketball tourney. It starts tomorrow and I'm not quite fully staffed yet but I think for the most part, I can count on my A-team. I'm going to and I'm totally using this as my own little experiment but so far, they've been clutch even as I'm running behind and quickly becoming panicked. GAwannabe from previous entries already has helped a lot with finding officials. And other staff has stepped up asking me where and when they can help.
I call that a win in my book.
Come Friday, we'll see if this worked out or not. But my hopes are high.
In other news… my aunt is getting MARRIED! She's the super cool aunt that everyone wants to be…she lives in LA with her boxer dog, Polly, works at a university that sometimes gives her season tix to the Laker games where she bumps into Will Ferrell and sits across the aisle from Jack Nicholson and she had Macklemore steal her dish towels because he was playing at Occidental College and wouldn't do the show if he didn't have a hand towel but he never gave it back. She started her career in recreation too. In fact she worked with my boss's boss (more proof that I made the right choice). And she's loving life and if I can end up at least with half of what she has (I could do without the tix, cough*goceltics*cough but Macklemore? Oh ya, sign me up) in her career I'd be set.
The guy is pretty cool too, I got to know him more as I went on my graduation trip to Paris with both he and her. So I'm very excited about this announcement.
Also in other news… In 11 days I will be on a plane back HOME! askdfgoqwejf lsdjfqeorhv aihlajdsdfa ahhhhhhhhh I'm so so so so sososososos excited! It's going to be a crazy weekend where I fly in, go to a wedding and fly right out but I will be in California watching my best friend get married and I can eat my mother's home cooked meals and be around mountains instead of plains and plains of corn. I just got a package from home too, to get me even more excited! It was filled with lots of goodies from my SeaStar (my sister, we call each other that, why, no clue but we do. we are not normal). I now have a coloring book, horton hears a who movie, despicable me band aids, a california shot glass, home made cookies, colored pencils, starbursts, chai tea, and a new picture of the whole fambam at my college graduation.
I opened it up and read my SeaStar's note, started to cry and then laugh and then cut myself with the scissors opening it and proceeded to use a new band aid. She knows me so well! It was just what I needed and I plan on sending a Salukiville package back. But maybe after I go home.
ALSO in other news…Sorry this is becoming as long as a novel but last one promise… I am going to New York to see my bestest and oldest friends from Davis! They are both fashion interns and I don't know why or how we became such good friends for so long but we are and am not missing my chance to see them in the Big Apple! NEW YORK, Empire State, Jay-Z, the Bronx, Central Park, the Yankees, the city that never sleeps! ahhhhh so much excitement next month I could just burst.
Oh yeah, and it's my birthday soon. Once October gets here, I pretty much reserve the entire month to celebrate it. Sorry I'm not sorry.
To be continued!
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