What Day Is It?

I find myself asking this question sometimes. It's not necessarily that I don't know, but sometimes I lose track. That happens when I'm super busy, or have absolutely nothing to do. 


This month I've been super busy. I was working for about 3 weeks without many days off. I'd know what time I needed to be at work, but I didn't really know what day it was. Because after a while I would lose track. Especially with the conference I worked in Las Vegas. It was 7 days of work, 6 in Vegas. And the timeless nature of Vegas added to my confusion. 


I also add days to my week sometimes when I work in the morning and then have a late night call time all in the same day. The work in the morning is normal. I'll try to sleep in the daytime because I know I'm going to work at midnight until 4 in the morning. So by taking that determined nap of several hours my body thinks that it has been a night sleep. A short night, but a night. And a day is added to my week to create confusion. 


It's a weird life I lead. As a kid in school you go to class 5 days a week and have weekends free. In a normal desk job type of work situation you work 5 days a week and have weekends free. I haven't had a normal job in a decade or more and my work schedule is always fluctuating. So I lose track of days. 


But I'm rarely bored. 

Motivational Irony

I was working a gig last week where I helped bring speakers at a conference out on stage in a timely manner. One of the speakers was a motivational speaker in a wheel chair. He was a dwarf, 3 feet tall. He been born with brittle bone disease as a child and endured tons of pain throughout his life. But instead of being bitter he was a very upbeat guy, very friendly. We treated him like any other speaker, with courtesy and respect.

We brought him up to the stage beforehand. He wanted to look at the stage to see the space. The stage was set up for people not in a wheel chair. He rolled out on the stage and asked us to pull the 2 big black leather armchairs and small table back so he had room to pace. He also commented that when he's on the big screen in front of big chairs like that with his wheel chair they dwarf him. In my head I had the thought, "But you are a dwarf."

I'd never say it out loud to him, but it was in my head. I don't know if he was being ironic, but that statement hit the irony button in my head. He was stating a fact. And when I saw the video feed of his talk, when he stopped in front of the chairs it looked like he was sitting in them.

I saw him around the conference for the next couple days. People came up to him saying they loved his speech.