How is it still only Tuesday?

Yeah, did I mention this was going to be a crazy week? Ugh.

So today I’ve got to pay another visit to the doctor’s office, cutting short the delightful seven-hour training we’re taking part in after a mere five hours.

Then, if the doctor manages to see me in time and I get out the door quickly enough, I have to go to Autoliitto before they close at 16:00, to pick up my stupid international drivers’ license. Because they close at 16:00, when I am usually still at work or trying to commute back towards Vantaa, I haven’t had a chance to swing by there in a couple of weeks so I’m more than 50% certain they won’t be holding the license anymore. Because bureaucracy exists to inconvenience people, not convenience them.

But hey, the Scorpions were great in concert last night. I was worried, when they started out and the lead singer was drowned by the guitars and drums, that it was going to be embarrassing and terrible. But he got into his stride and they put on a really excellent show.

I got tickets through work and so Mrs. Hatboy and I sat in the Planmeca skybox, which was also grand. Drinks and snacks delivered, a toilet ready to hand, and a pretty good view both from the inside “bar” section and the balcony. It would be even more fun while watching ice hockey with a crowd, which is what I gather they usually use the box for.

Now if only I gave a crap about ice hockey.

Ah well, I really quite enjoyed the show, and the seats. Lots of fun.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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3 Responses to How is it still only Tuesday?

  1. stchucky says:

    Follow-up: Mission accomplished. License acquired. My exciting life continues.

  2. brknwntr says:

    Can we investigate this box the next time cirque de soleil is in town?

    • stchucky says:

      Absolutely – as long as it’s one of the things we’re allowed to invite Outsiders to. Sometimes it’s just one ticket per employee, but it’s more used for the hockey fans in the factory so the more artsy fartsy stuff isn’t often booked out.

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