Friday, April 26, 2013

Sleep-overs and Furloughs

I sent my daughter off tonight to her first sleep-over.  She has spent the night numerous times at her grandparent's places, but this is the first time she's done this at a friend's house.  She was very excited.  She even got a new sleeping bag a few nights ago just for the occasion.  Her friend's mother warned me that the girls would be painting their nails, so that should be fun for her.

In the meantime, I'll continue watching the NFL Draft for my bachelor night.  Yeah, I really know how to party.

Today was my first furlough day.  With sequestration and the fact that our president and elected officials cannot do their jobs, I'm not allowed to do my job.  So I spent the day at home without pay.  Hooray.  What did I do?  Well, after getting my daughter off to school, I came home and promptly fell asleep on the couch.  I woke up at 3 p.m., 30 minutes before I was due to pick up my daughter from school.  I wasted the entire day.  I guess I needed the sleep.  I really feel like I wasted the day, though, and I can think of dozens of things that I either should have done, or wanted to do.  Faithful Pup Scout was very happy to have me home with her, though.

According to reports, this may be my first and last furlough day.  The FAA has been under a lot of pressure to return air traffic controllers to work, since the furloughs are causing all sorts of delays at airports all over the country.  However, they are working out a funding plan to allow controllers to return to work.  Ironically, my organization is a part of the Air Traffic Organization, the same as the controllers, so it remains to be seen if we will be allowed to return to work, as well.  I guess I'll find out soon.  I just know that, because of the furlough, it is against the law for me to even look at my email on my blackberry to find out.  Crazy, eh?

I guess it's good that I got plenty of sleep today.  I can't help but think I'm going to get a phone call in the middle of the night from my daughter.  The moment she starts feeling left out, which could very well happen since most of the girls at the sleep-over are one's she doesn't know, she might want to just come home.  So I'll have to be ready to go rescue her, if necessary.  Did I mention she's only two doors down, at our neighbor's house?

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