My "things to write about" notebook has the following notation: Frank Gifford/Mike Napoli.
It is difficult for me to explain to you my thinking, short of actually writing, difficult to talk about the relationships in my mind.
Don't worry - you will hear about it at some point soon.
The situation has become complicated with the impending, temporary, professional demise of Don Orsillo.
Originally I was tempted to lump his situation in with the other two, but I can't do it.
Orsillo deserves his own Joe-rant, period. My emotions are turbulated, I am sad, I am disappointed, I am once again backed into the corporate america versus human beings stance that I love so dearly.
Because it makes sense. It is compelling. It is truth.
Corporate america will shred you, crucify you, eviscerate you, torture and break you for the sake of a buck or a personal agenda.
Luckily for you I have the next four days off. This will give me time to collect my thoughts and organize my words.
I randomly decided at the end of June to take these four days off because I can.
I work for the state, vacation hours accrue quickly, and I am determined to use them.
Very especially as this semi-summer wanes.
Every second I spend outside the walls of The Hell Hole I work in is a second of bliss. Of life.
When I am inside those hideous walls, my veins and arteries are actually exposed, ripped right through my skin.
My blood splashes all over the walls and into the faces of the faux-tee-totallers who buy buy buy.
"I don't even drink - this is for my husband. He can't get by without his precious whiskey."
I have four days to save my own life.
Anyway...................I will be talking to you about Frank Gifford/Mike Napoli.
And Don Orsillo.
Hang in there, cut me some slack, give me some breathing room, let me be me.
Tonight I am exhaling. Revelling in the anticipation of four days of peace, love and understanding.
Looking forward to the radically different existence I will hurtle into next Monday.
Life, baby. It is remarkably unpredictable.