This weekend kicked my ass. Friday night, after having come home from work, I had to come back to work around 9pm to close the building as a favor to one of the big wigs and my mom. Then Saturday, at 6am, I come into work to get work done early so I can help my mom with a training she was running.
The training class had 37 people in it, with 4 trainers, including myself. My mom, also one of the four, was organizing the entire even, so she didn’t really have any large sections to cover herself. Granted, she did organize the event, and was 5 times busier than anyone else that day, but the training was done primarily by myself and two other people. This had me talking for about 2 hours, broken up into a few sections. My voice was almost nonexistent when I left at 5:30pm. I had gone over my video portions, and my notes, but still wasn’t as prepared as I should have been. At any rate, I was able to cover my sections effectively, and received many compliments on my preparedness. Go figure.
After I left work, I went to pick up the pie for my boy Justin’s birthday bash at his girl’s house. I had written down directions, but left them at work. I remembered them, though, so thought I was in the clear. I got the pie, had some dinner, and left at 7:45 for the shindig. I got there at 9:15. The directions I wrote down were exactly as they were given on mapquest. Mapquest, however, will tell you to take the freeway regardless of the fact that the sidestreets will be faster and a shorter distance. I stopped at a McDonalds, a Carl’s Jr., a Little Caeser’s, and 3 gas stations to find out where this place was. I was looking for Primrose Ave. in Alhambra. Nobody knew where it was, but 3 people tried to tell me anyhow. None of the gas stations had maps for the areas that they were in, only one had any maps at all. The closest I got to a map was at Little Caeser’s, but it wasn’t much help. I ended up at a Chevron station, where a little man that and sounded looked like a Mexican Peter Lorre told me where the street was. I found it, and the party. God bless that little man.
The party was fun. I saw some peeps that I hadn’t seen in quite some time. The invites to the party said “punch and pie” at the bottom, so I went ahead and brought some. That, and my presence, late or no, went over well.
The next morning I taught 4 boys how to use a compass and plot a one mile orienteering course. In a car, or even on a bike, you realize lose sight of how far a mile really is. I split the boys into two groups of 2, so one of the mothers and I could go with either group and have them complete the course. These boys had a 2 ft pace, that is every step they took covered 2 feet. A mile has 5280 feet. You do the math. Luckily, I chose a location that had a wide open field for us to work in. This meant that they could go clear across the field for 700 feet at a time. I got there at 8 and left a little after noon.
I got home, swam, and chilled the fuck out. Now I’m counting down the days until my next day off.
Oh, and boobies.