On a canvas of blue

Long night.  Very long, but really a long day.

I awoke yesterday morning around four.  I’m still up.

This is the new reality: our on-call shift for the weekend is now 24×7.

And it’s been a rough night.

Elvis, a large male muscovy duck (Cairina moschata), gliding by the shore on a bright morning (20071228_00485)

The thought of brighter times has kept me going, kept me from throwing the pager across the room and climbing into bed for some sleep.

Yet sleep might not come until tomorrow.

An American coot (Fulica americana) swimming toward shore in the weak light of dawn (20071228_00418)

So far I’ve been paged 107 times since midnight.

And the day is young.

A juvenile ring-billed gull (Larus delawarensis) standing atop a light post and watching me closely (20080114_01205)

I have no creativity, no worthwhile or witty content bubbling around in my head.

I barely remember my own name.

An American white pelican (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos) suffering from a majorly bad hair day swims away while screaming 'No pictures!' (20080223_02030)

Were it not for images like these still loitering about my laptop searching for the light of day, I might have to forgo all hope of seeing nature this weekend.

Aside from the nature outside my windows, I mean.

A male red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) perched atop a shrub singing his crazy head off (20080420_04224)

This kind of workload cannot continue, will not be tolerated.

I just can’t do it.

A juvenile red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) perched in a treetop surveying its kingdom (20080405_03024)

Perhaps I can grab a quick nap later today.

The sooner the better.

Elvis again, a large male muscovy duck (Cairina moschata), taking a refreshing bath near shore (20080614_06555)

This weekend sucks.

I might try to spin that into an artistic sentiment if I had the mental wherewithal.

But I don’t.

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Photos:

[1] Elvis, a large male muscovy duck (Cairina moschata), gliding by the shore on a bright morning

[2] An American coot (Fulica americana) swimming toward shore in the weak light of dawn

[3] A juvenile ring-billed gull (Larus delawarensis) standing atop a light post and watching me closely

[4] An American white pelican (Pelecanus erythrorhynchos) suffering from a majorly bad hair day swims away while screaming “No pictures!”

[5] A male red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) perched atop a shrub singing his crazy head off

[6] A juvenile red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) perched in a treetop surveying its kingdom

[7] Elvis again, a large male muscovy duck (Cairina moschata), taking a refreshing bath near shore

5 thoughts on “On a canvas of blue”

  1. I plan on sending a report. Not that I think it will do much good, mind you, and not that anyone will care.

    Well, at least not of immediate concern, but I wonder who might notice if I send it up the chain further than escalation…

    Perhaps it’s time to rock the boat vehemently.

  2. that’s what I’m getting at. perhaps it’s time to rock the boat vehemently
    anyway, as long as you make report it but you have the day off
    sandra and i figure we’ll get no relief even if you leave, so we were discussing how best to try to handle this
    btw, i didnt’ know you had been stung until you’re email wed or thursday, if you said that to anyone we never go the word

  3. Expect the boat to be rocked.

    Rather, expect it to have been rocked already, and expect it to be rocked more violently in the immediate future.

    Call me fired for saying so, but I’m pushing this up the ladder…

  4. BTW, this will probably get me fired. Demanded that I attend a conference call with CE and DD, which I did. Taken to task by DD in front of CE for thinking Mondays were off–at all. Told that was never said, never even insinuated. Flexibility, sure, but not special dispensation for the extra hours given our new weekend schedule, and any off time should be later in the week, not Monday. Yelled at. Demeaned and degraded. Belittled. Told no extra time is afforded us despite the new demands. Questioned as to why I escalated. Told I have some explaining to do.

    I guess I’m putting a stick in a beehive, whipping it around like I’m stirring a cake mix, creating as much trouble as I can, seeing what kind of hell I can make for others. I can’t imagine I can get in more trouble than I already am.

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