Another week ahead with my feet firmly on the earth. No airplanes and definitely not any train rides
if I can help it. Another reason why I love my 25-minute walk commute.
After the White Sox opener
this afternoon, I see Snow Patrol
tonight, supported by Chicago band Ok Go. Wednesday I am visiting a new client, one I'm very proud to have played a large part in winning. They have a gigantic bottling plant on the south-side of Chicago and I'm going for a tour around. Thursday I will be locked away all day in a brains trust (a day, pah, who are they kidding) before watching The Diary of Anne Frank
at the famous Steppenwolf Theatre
in the evening, not too far from where I live.
Then if I can circumvente all those things and get myself into a good position with my work, I hope to take a Personal Day on Friday. Now Personal Days are peculiar to the American workforce and are essentially a way an employer escapes the rath of 'minorities' (I do hate that word) by not 'observing' any religious holidays at all, but instead allowing a small number of days, which you are allowed in addition to your annual leave. So for example, if someone wanted to celebrate Rosh Hashanah
or Groundhog Day
, then you use one of your Personal Days and no one will be offended see. Oh, how very politically correct.
So Friday of course is a holy day observed by Christians, and Cadburys and most god-faring countries allow their employees to have a day off to attend church, eat chocolate or watch football. And that of course is what I want to do on Friday. If possible, and I hope it will be, I'll mark it down on the team calendar, no one will ask because that would be considered intrusive and I will go to the pub lunchtime and watch the next installment of the Addicks relegation battle.