Seriously ready for the weekend today.
This week has been filled with productivity at work and excitement about two upcoming events: volunteering part-time at the Sundance Film Festival (starting next week) and a pending visit in March by my Norwegian parents and sister (not my real family, but the people I’m still close to after living with them while I was a foreign exchange student many years ago).
I picked up another shift at the SFF (it’s what the hip kids call it) on Wednesday. I have to drive up to Park City (an hour fifteen, without festival traffic) for orientation/training/schmoozing and the kickoff party for volunteers anyway, so I figured I’d take the day off work and just spend the whole day up there.
It’s not a sick day, it’s a fuckit day. I don’t give myself those very often.
I’m also going to take a chunk of days off in March to show the Kristiansens around and see some of the local sights I haven’t seen yet. It will be the first time that they visit me here in the USA… they did come to my wedding a few years ago, but that was in my Ohio hometown and I haven’t lived there since I was 16. Now I have a house and I’m all grown up and living in Utah (*pathetic cheer*).
Speaking of being a homeowner… this lame joke has persisted since we bought the house:
Ben: “Did you just call me a homo?”
Me: “-ner. Yes.”
Another guy came over to give an estimate on installing those damn skylights that we bought a couple months ago. He’s a general contractor and was highly recommended by one of my coworkers as a guy who “knows how to get stuff done and knows people when he needs help.” Exactly what we’re looking for. He was nice and seemed to be one of the most competent contractors we’ve dealt with so far as far as knowledge and customer service go.
There’s some drywall that needs to be repaired around the skylights, as well as some minor roofing, and it sounds like everything is going to be taken care of to make sure that leaks never happen again. We haven’t seen the estimate yet… but I’m so looking forward to getting this DONE that I’m almost willing to just close my eyes and hand over the credit card. Well, not quite.
