Sunday Afternoon Jitters

There really, truly isn't anything else like a nice Sunday afternoon. I don't know if something is in the air, or just the fact that everyone is a little more calm, but Sundays are just the perfect days where everything seems to fit...

UNLESS YOU'RE AT WORK.

Yes, ladies and germs, Capt. Adam is at work today. Not only is he at work, but he's all by himself at work. That breeze that he feels on the back of his neck, not the wind, but the air conditioning. Why, is that the sound of a lovely bird, flying around in glee? No, no. That's the sound of fluorescent lights humming away and you turn around to glance out of the one window in the office.

There are pros and cons to being at work on Sunday. Let's go over both:

Pros:
1. Nothing.

Cons:
1. I'm working on Sunday.
2. Rachel is slowly slipping into madness.

Part of my job (a job that continuously becomes more ridiculous with each passing day) is that I have to work one weekend day a month (keep in mind that I also put in over 21 hours of over time last week, and that I have to be at work some Mondays at 4am and don't get off until 6pm, but I'm not complaining... much). Now, I'm supposed to be helping a casting director, but alas, she's not coming in until two, and I was not aware of this until about 11:30 this morning. So, what have I been doing all morning? Not a damn thing. And, why? Because nobody told/trained me on what to do on Sundays. They just told me to show up, and that's exactly what I'm doing.

However, I will do it. I will do it FOR THE BABY!

The bright side to all of this is that I was able to turn in my two weeks notice today, when nobody was around, so it won't be completely awkward handing it to my boss who sits in a giant grouping of cubicles that everyone eavesdrops on. I prefer the suprise attack. Keep things silent. Wait for him to make the move.

It will be nice to have a stable job, that pays, and will allow me to spend time with the budding family.

Speaking of which, I am starting to turn into a father. You might think that it is something that just happens like, "Oh!? You're pregnant?! I guess I'm a dad now?!". That does happen, but that is only the beginning. Becoming a father is actually a process that includes the following steps:

1. Finding out you're going to be a father.
2. Assuming financial responsibility by ceasing the purchase of videogames for oneself, and purchasing videogames that the child will be able to play when old enough (i.e. 6 months (babies like to suck on things, so it can suck the second player controller, while daddy teaches it 'Grand Theft Auto 4'))
3. Acknowledging that, since you will be the bread winner, that entitles you to walk around your house wearing nothing but underwear, and garnishing a beer in your right hand.
*sidenote* Step number three may be the one step that is actually incorporated into a person before becoming a father.
4. Becoming the official/unofficial pants wearer of the family.
5. Fixing stuff.

Just to let the reader know, I have achieved number 5 on said list, because I, single handedly, by myself, fixed/replaced the side view mirror on my car. Not only did I do it by myself, but my beloved was at work and nobody was around to witness the 'I Fixed My Car' dance. It was kind of like the Egyptian, but with more pelvic thrusts and jabs into the air.

It feels good to become a dad. I can't wait until I get to teach our child how to fix stuff. All I can say is that kid better be pretty resourceful because the lesson will be me breaking something, to see if he can figure it out how to fix it himself, while I pat it on the shoulder for a good job done, or shake my head at it in shame while spraying it with the water hose for not doing it properly. That's fatherly love.

And, to conclude this entry, I would like to state, for the reader's pleasure, that the sex of the baby is...

...

To be found out when it is born!

Don't blame me, blame Rachel.

End blog.