pendraggin (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pendraggin) wrote,@ 2008-10-05 06:30:00 |
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This morning I get out of bed at 4:30 am. Minimal hauling was involved, because today is the day! The bird-a-thon, in which me and teammates have 24 hours to see as many bird species as we possibly can! I've been looking forward to this since I put my name on the sign-up sheet weeks ago. I'll learn where the local hot spots are, maybe see some new species, and engage in complete nature nerdery. The weather looks promising, Sibley field guide is in my hand, and CDs of Western Birdsongs are in my pack. I bike like mad to get to the rendezvous spot with time to spare. I am quite psyched.
Twenty minutes later without a person in sight and I'm feeling less psyched. Maybe we're meeting later than expected? After some phone calls (and apologies for the time) I get a hold of the team leader. "Oh... yeah. We canceled a few days ago because I was concerned about the weather. I must have copied your phone number down wrong because I haven't been able to reach you."
"oh."
Translation: "What weather issues?! 20% chance of precipitation today! And you know, my email address was also on that sign-up sheet. You couldn't have tried that, lunkhead? How about next time putting your own contact info up there, so I could attempt to confirm the trip beforehand? Fie on you, you tickering bustard."
"I'm really sorry. I'll let you know if we re-schedule."
And that is the end of that. Rather than go home and sleep like a sane person, I decide to check on some jays at the north end of the study site (since I've come this far). Now I'm in the lab, theoretically picking at thesis stuff, waiting for the sun to come up. Maybe I'll take a nap on my lab desk.
What sucks is that I sacrificed a perfectly good Saturday night to get some sleep. This is what happens when you over-anticipate... you get overly-shot-down.
What really sucks is that today was supposed to make up for yesterday, in which I pulled the head off a sick dove. I didn't enjoy that. Cervical dislocation requires more twisting than I expected.
Maybe my bird karma is now out-of-line. *shrug* The dawn will come... eventually.
This morning I get out of bed at 4:30 am. Minimal hauling was involved, because today is the day! The bird-a-thon, in which me and teammates have 24 hours to see as many bird species as we possibly can! I've been looking forward to this since I put my name on the sign-up sheet weeks ago. I'll learn where the local hot spots are, maybe see some new species, and engage in complete nature nerdery. The weather looks promising, Sibley field guide is in my hand, and CDs of Western Birdsongs are in my pack. I bike like mad to get to the rendezvous spot with time to spare. I am quite psyched.
Twenty minutes later without a person in sight and I'm feeling less psyched. Maybe we're meeting later than expected? After some phone calls (and apologies for the time) I get a hold of the team leader. "Oh... yeah. We canceled a few days ago because I was concerned about the weather. I must have copied your phone number down wrong because I haven't been able to reach you."
"oh."
Translation: "What weather issues?! 20% chance of precipitation today! And you know, my email address was also on that sign-up sheet. You couldn't have tried that, lunkhead? How about next time putting your own contact info up there, so I could attempt to confirm the trip beforehand? Fie on you, you tickering bustard."
"I'm really sorry. I'll let you know if we re-schedule."
And that is the end of that. Rather than go home and sleep like a sane person, I decide to check on some jays at the north end of the study site (since I've come this far). Now I'm in the lab, theoretically picking at thesis stuff, waiting for the sun to come up. Maybe I'll take a nap on my lab desk.
What sucks is that I sacrificed a perfectly good Saturday night to get some sleep. This is what happens when you over-anticipate... you get overly-shot-down.
What really sucks is that today was supposed to make up for yesterday, in which I pulled the head off a sick dove. I didn't enjoy that. Cervical dislocation requires more twisting than I expected.
Maybe my bird karma is now out-of-line. *shrug* The dawn will come... eventually.
