Anytime you start a story with something like “it could
have been a lot worse” or “at least no one was hurt”, you know what follows
will be at least mildly shitty.
Well my weekend could have been a lot worse; at least no
one was hurt. And I do mean that somewhat sincerely. I realize that there are
starving kids in China – probably elsewhere too – and there is homelessness and
poverty and those drug addicts on The
Wire who steal copper pipes just to pay for their next fix. So yeah, things
could be worse. On a scale from getting eaten by a Sharknado, to winning the
lottery, my weekend was somewhere slightly below average – probably just above “taking
a poop in someone else’s house and realizing the toilet paper roll is empty”.
But I’m complaining because normally my life is super
awesome. I have a great job, a beautiful wife, a
pain-in-the-ass-but-still-lovable cat, and two sports teams who could win a
championship this year. And that’s only like half of what I have. My life is
great, which is why when something mildly shitty happens, it feels pretty darn
shitty compared to my normal life. And that’s how this weekend felt.
I woke up Saturday morning, expecting to go for a bike
ride with some friends. As I was toasting a bagel, I noticed Shaqachusetts
scratching at the widow by his kitty-fort. Then I noticed the window was cracked
open. Weird. Then I noticed the lock on the window was broken, and Shaq’s kitty
fort was shoved out of the way, and the back door was unlocked, and the screen
from the window was lying in the backyard, and oh yeah, Jenny’s clothes from
the bedside table downstairs were thrown on the floor, and my dresser drawers
had been open when I got home last night, and holy crap, Jenny’s iPad was
missing, and damnit, now my bagel’s burning. It’s a very strange feeling when
you realize your house was broken into. Especially when you didn’t even notice
the night before. I guess that speaks to how, in the great scheme of things, it
really was only mildly shitty. But still, it feels really strange and it sucks
a lot. Just the thought of some douchebag asshole punk going through your
things, taking whatever he (or she? ... ok fine, he) wants. I guess I should be
relieved that he closed the door and window behind him, only took an iPad and a
bunch of i-device chargers, and didn’t do any unnecessary damage or
destruction. He’s still an asshole though and the feeling is still super unsettling.
But the reality is if your life sucks so much that you need to break into
random peoples’ houses to steal iPads, your normal day would be a super shitty
day for me. Jerk. And if TV crime shows have taught me anything, you’ll end up in
prison, getting shivved on the way to the showers -- if you’re lucky.
The below-average weekend didn’t end there though. The
Sounders played at 11:30, in a sort of “must win” game. And they got trounced.
Again. For the first time in franchise history, they lost their fourth
consecutive game. I’m now convinced the front office cursed us by sending out a
“reserve your playoff tickets now” e-mail before we had officially qualified
for the playoffs. In their defense, the only way we wouldn’t have qualified
when they sent that out was if we lost the rest of our games and some other
teams won/lost appropriately. But now it’s looking like that’s exactly what might
happen. When that cursed e-mail was sent, the Sounders were one point out of
first place in the league. Since then we’ve lost 1-5, 1-4, 0-1 and 0-2. That’s
a 2-12 goal differential for those keeping score at home. Oh, also Oba got
hurt, Eddie got hurt, Zakuani got hurt, Dempsey dislocated his shoulder, Zach
Scott got suspended, Ozzie got suspended, and Portland qualified for the
playoffs for the first time in franchise history. This is textbook sports-curse
stuff. And sports-curses are not something to take lightly, just ask any Boston
fan.
As if having a stranger dig through our underwear drawers
and watching our beloved Sounders cursed for the foreseeable future wasn’t
enough, my “could have gone a lot better” weekend continued this morning. I had
to come into work at 5am on a Sunday. We’re upgrading Epic, our EMR, to the
2012 release. It’s actually kind of a big deal and honestly a good thing. But
coming to work at 5am on a Sunday isn’t very much fun. Even when you’re helping
solve the health care crisis. Hashtag Humblebrag.
I guess that really does put things in perspective though
right? My shitty weekend involved “only” having an iPad stolen, watching one of
my teams lose, and coming into a job that I love at 5am to do work that is
meaningful, rewarding, and important. Later today, I’ll go to a dinner party
with some of my best friends and watch my Broncos play on Sunday Night Football.
Sure, they could lose too. And the way the weekend is going, they probably
will. But it’ll be okay. I mean, it’ll suck compared to my normal weekend. But
there are starving kids in China, lighten up.
And we’ll be ready next time. We’re getting a probably
over-priced security system installed. It’s worth it for the peace of mind. I’ll
figure out a way to appease the sports-gods to get this Sounders curse lifted
(hopefully before the playoffs), and the Broncos have Peyton Effing Manning. Relax.
My life is pretty great, even if my weekend was below average.