So last night, as I'm watching the baseball game and just thinking about not much in particular, my friend LeeAnn calls from Massachusetts to tell me my friend Becca's dad has died of cancer. He was only diagnosed months ago and was told he had two years with treatment, but he just slipped away. Becca has been pretty withdrawn, understandably, and I haven't been able to be with her at all, because of the distance.
So while I'm talking to LeeAnn, she mentions the possibility of my being at the funeral, which just set off a spark in me. So I spent the next couple hours trying to find a cheap fare up there on Wednesday and trying to call my boss to see if I can skip a day of work. Since I'm not family, I don't qualify for a bereavement fare, so I end up just gritting my teeth and digging down for the 200 on a roundtrip to Boston. The boss agrees to let me go, once I tell him I'll give up a day off next week to keep from getting too far behind. In the meantime, the Red Sox tie up and finally beat the Yankees, earning a ticket out of Boston, as I spend all night trying to decide whether to go to Boston and then trying to pull all the arrangements together.
Now I'm at work and can't concentrate. I love Boston and I'm excited to see all my friends, but I know this isn't going to be a pleasure trip. Hell, it's not going to be much of a trip at all. My flight back takes off less than 24 hours after I get there. I'm spending 200 bucks to almost literally be at a funeral and then leave. I'm glad to do it if it will mean a lot to Becca, but knowing how much of a zombie she'll be, part of me wonders if she'll even notice.
Like I said, it's a weird week...and I've decided to come in an hour early every day this week to help offset the time I'm losing, as well as coming in on my day off next Monday. Well, just wanted to...I dunno...was that really venting? Share is more like it, I guess.
So while I'm talking to LeeAnn, she mentions the possibility of my being at the funeral, which just set off a spark in me. So I spent the next couple hours trying to find a cheap fare up there on Wednesday and trying to call my boss to see if I can skip a day of work. Since I'm not family, I don't qualify for a bereavement fare, so I end up just gritting my teeth and digging down for the 200 on a roundtrip to Boston. The boss agrees to let me go, once I tell him I'll give up a day off next week to keep from getting too far behind. In the meantime, the Red Sox tie up and finally beat the Yankees, earning a ticket out of Boston, as I spend all night trying to decide whether to go to Boston and then trying to pull all the arrangements together.
Now I'm at work and can't concentrate. I love Boston and I'm excited to see all my friends, but I know this isn't going to be a pleasure trip. Hell, it's not going to be much of a trip at all. My flight back takes off less than 24 hours after I get there. I'm spending 200 bucks to almost literally be at a funeral and then leave. I'm glad to do it if it will mean a lot to Becca, but knowing how much of a zombie she'll be, part of me wonders if she'll even notice.
Like I said, it's a weird week...and I've decided to come in an hour early every day this week to help offset the time I'm losing, as well as coming in on my day off next Monday. Well, just wanted to...I dunno...was that really venting? Share is more like it, I guess.