Archive for August, 2009

Major Malady

I was stuck in a real random malaise today. I have my theories as to why I was in such a funk today but I can’t say for sure that I know what had me.

I thought maybe it was the Reno, Nev. heat doing a number on me. I have such a low threshold for being uncomfortable that it’s utterly laughable. If it’s too hot, or if there’s a pebble in my shoe, or if I have a hang nail or chapped lips; all of a sudden, everything sucks. I’m grateful that at the very least, I can tell when I’m having a bad day and am pretty good about not letting my inner attitude bring anyone else down. Sadly, the only person that I sometimes allow myself to spread my ill-feelings to is April but I suppose that’s part of being so closely connected.

Recapping my day will probably uncover a few instances that helped me along to my sour mood. I woke up a little late for breakfast, which is a completely regular occurrence for me–but I decided not to go to breakfast at all since we were just eating at the operations director’s room. I skipped out on practice altogether so that I could stay in the room and do some work. While I wasn’t upset by the fact that I missed breakfast and practice, I was already in a more volatile mood because I had not eaten.

By the time lunch came around, I walked down with my roommate (who by the way is not an easy person to have a conversation with). Here comes the first minute detail that I figure played a factor in my malady. As I made my way to the elevator with my roommate, I tried to strike up a conversation and of course received the same one-liners from him. When the doors opened, two of our players were in there and all of a sudden, he opened up like a spring flower in bloom and talked all jovially with the girls. I don’t have anything to prove and I’m not trying to hook up with any of my players so I didn’t care for his antics. As we walked out to the buffet, all he did was talk to the players and I walked behind. The bleeding stopped when we got to the door and one of the players held the door for me. I told her to walk on through.

When we got to the buffet, I headed straight for the food rather than staking out a space at a table. I suppose that was my mistake. When I returned, I noticed one open seat at the staff table and asked if it was taken. Apparently, it was taken. We had a couple of extra people eating with us on this day including coach’s wife and the father of our director so in a quick decision, I put my food down at a long table. I was set to eat all by myself. Rather than stand in the aisle looking awkward, I put my stuff down and busted out my phone to write an e-mail to ESPN that really could have waited. I used that as my excuse to stand a little longer. Eventually, my brain settled me down and I embraced being able to eat alone and enjoy the food.

Things weren’t so bad even though I felt like everyone there was watching me chew on my prime rib lunch. One of the freshmen came over and asked why I was sitting alone and while that was sweet of her, it only served to remind me that, oh yeah, I was eating alone. Then, as I was finishing my first plate of food, one of the assistant coaches came over and asked me where I got the nickname “J-Wu”. Thank you captain obvious. That’s the No. 1 question you ask someone when you feel sorry for having left them to eat by themselves and you decide to go and sit down with them. Well, duh, I got that nickname from my name. It’s really just my first initial and my last name if you hadn’t noticed. That was what was going through my brain even though I was grateful that someone saw fit to come over and at least talk to me briefly.

I finished off my meal and got some dessert and sat with two of my favorite players, Kristen and Hana. I can never tell if they feel like they can’t come sit with the staff or if they don’t want to sit with the adults. Either way, they’re always welcoming when I come around so I appreciated their hospitality. My dessert of choice was bread pudding. After prime rib and shrimp cocktail on my first plate and an enchilada and stir fried vegetables on my second plate, I was really hitting my food-intake limit. I sat there and realized that I couldn’t end my meal with savory. It reminded me of when I had a slice of coconut cream pie the night before and thought about how I can’t end my day without a sweet. It’s really not a fun realization to have.

While I haven’t been gaining weight, I’ve certainly not been losing weight lately. It has been hard to find time to exercise, admittedly. Even though I control my portions pretty well still, I haven’t been eating the choice foods I used to get when I was more strict about what I ate. I think that alone has contributed to my overall laziness and malaise lately. It’s a lack of confidence in some sense because I don’t have that extra pep in my step from knowing that I’m living a healthy lifestyle from day to day.

Did I mention it was hot here today? That never helps. I got back from lunch and continued to work until I felt a little tired. I made the mistake of lying down on the bed to rest. I opened my eyes to notice that the clock read 2:36 p.m. I needed to be down at the bus at 2:45 p.m. so I rushed to clean everything up for the match and ran out. Only once I had boarded the bus did I realize that I forgot to put my contacts in. I was groggy and tired from the accidental nap and that feeling continued when I got to the gym. There, I had to sit in the bleachers uncomfortably working on some bios. I thought more about my lack of exercise while sitting there, scrunched up. It all kind of came to a head when I mentioned it to our director of operations that today was not a good day.

I told her that while I sat up in the bleachers, some kids playing around next to me drew my ire and I stared down their fathers. It wasn’t a big deal but I was just fed up with everything and anything and everything was annoying and irritating at that point. I at least felt the comfort of knowing that I felt close enough to her to share that and I my spirits were lifted when she actually sat down and made me smile by dropping a line from Dumb and Dumber. That’s mostly where my malaise ended even thought I had more troubles later in the evening from my MS Outlook not working to getting a stomach ache to just feeling bored with my roommate.

It is indeed contemplative days like this when I realize that something needs to change about my day-to-day. There’s not much time to make sweeping changes at the moment because of my tight fall schedule but I know I must fight hard to make this work. It’s easy to make excuses and I know all about that–which is why I’m not going to let my lack of time be the reason I don’t put in the effort to get exercise at least a couple times a week or make sure I eat the healthy foods I used to eat all the time.

To some degree, I feel like I need the support of my wife more than anything but if you give me a few seconds to think that one through, I’ll turn it around because I know that I am the leader of this household and my attitude and choices often prevail. It starts at the top to put it another way. We’ll see how it goes when I get back to the East Bay tomorrow afternoon. It’s tough knowing that I’ll need to do laundry and get packed to depart for Hawai’i on Wednesday morning but this is the life I chose and I always feel like what doesn’t kill me can only make me stronger. I will be a better person for having endured all the stuff that irks me. I’m certainly looking forward to emerging on the other side.

For not, here’s to hoping my next 1500-word essay about my once-in-a-while depression days doesn’t come along for a while.

Seasons Turn

I’m here in Reno, Nev. after quite an uncomfortable four-hour bus ride. The volleyball team wanted to watch 17 Again starring Zac Efron but the DVD system malfunctioned so I guess things could have been worse. It’s hard to believe that another volleyball season is upon us. I feel so unprepared for this one in particular; partially because we didn’t print a media guide, I think. I think, deep down, I thought of that as one of my main duties but the nature of my profession has changed so drastically in just three years. These days, I’m constantly thinking about what someone from the outside might want to know from the inside. My mind works so differently as the manager of the team’s Twitter. Either way, I’m excited to be in the Biggest Little City in the World for the start of it all. Hopefully, the increased work load from day to day won’t have any effect on my ability to maintain this blog. I think I’ve done pretty well in the first three weeks of its existence if I might say so myself.

Recession Ridiculousness

I’m sitting on the bus on the way to Reno, Nev. for the first volleyball tournament of the year and this thought popped into my head: what is this recession all about exactly? It’s not as if paying for things as a resident of the Bay Area has ever been easy, but as one of the many University of California employees who have been hit with a pay cut and mandatory furlough, I feel like I am owed some sort of explanation.

While I’m not part of a workers union, I’ve been receiving e-mails from some union leader who has been calling for the removal of UC Regent president Mark Yudof. Under his watch, the regents approved the furlough plan and only moments later, also approved a plan to create several high-paying positions in the UC system and pay raises for many high-level executives.

Okay, so even though that’s somewhat tough to swallow, it’s not what really irks me about having to live through this recessional period of American history. What bugs me is parking. Parking is perhaps one of the most irritating things about working at the Berkeley campus and even though it is expensive, it is the most financially viable plan for both April and I. It hurts most that places like the parking and transportation department continues to raise its prices even though we’re forced to take pay cuts. Doesn’t that department also receive the same death-tolling e-mails that the rest of the university receives from the vice chancellor? You would think they would come up with some sort of plan to even things out for everyone involved. I mean, since at the very least, every UC employee is taking a four percent pay cut, shouldn’t parking also now cost four percent less? The very short answer to that rhetorical question would be “no”.

I don’t know who actually makes money in this parking and transportation department but I find it hard to believe that they are incurring so many new expenses from year to year that they have to raise the costs of anything and everything they have in their products and services menu. Honestly, whatever it costs to run that department cannot possibly be as much as that department is taking in. They continue to rake the pot when everyone else suffers. It’s just detestable that not only are all UC employees going to be having a harder time living the day to day because of less pay, but that a portion of the system has decided that it is okay to add another stone to the pile we’re all carrying already.

I’m sure there are plenty more examples of this type of unexplainable recessional madness around the country but this one happens to grate on me the most these days. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I got a silly parking ticket indirectly because I lent my parking pass to someone who decided to stop their car in an unmarked area. I contested the citation but received a note from the parking and transportation department which upheld the citation complete with photos of this girl’s car and all. That might have been what really set me off. Hopefully, this girl will help me pay the ticket considering I really didn’t do anything wrong.

If you’ve got some stories of recessional inadequacies to share, please do. I’d love to know how my fellow man is being kicked while down in other parts of the world.

Somewhere in Time

There’s no turning back now. The fall collegiate athletic season has arrived and it doesn’t really care if you’re ready or not. By all accounts, this is the least prepared I have been for my season to begin since I arrived at Cal. The funny thing is, the longer I do this job, the more I feel like I’m ready to be better than I was the year before. I’m not quite sure what it is that has kept me from being able to get as soundly prepared as I usually am, but this is really damaging my self-esteem to say the least.

Between commitments today, my plan is to issue the first volleyball news release of the fall. That’s a very hopeful plan if I might say so myself. I sat in on an NCAA women’s basketball teleconference meeting this morning for about an hour and a half and then have to be down on the gym floor for a photo shoot with one of my volleyball players in another hour. Not to mention that I got roped into taking photos at a student-athlete welcome event from 3:30 p.m. through 5 p.m. I don’t even know where to begin with the silliness that is my schedule on a critical day for work productivity.

What’s worse is that I head out to Reno, Nev. on Thursday evening with the volleyball team. I still haven’t quite grasped the reality that I will be packing my bags for a four-day trip tomorrow night. I really haven’t come to grips with the fact that I will soon have real statistics to deal with and full-on stories/recaps to be writing on a regular basis. It really hasn’t hit me. We return from Nevada on Sunday evening and will be in town for Monday and Tuesday. Then, on Wednesday, I hop on a plane to go to Honolulu for six days.

I won’t be back to a regular home-schedule until Monday, Sept. 7. That is really hard to believe at this point, in my stressed-out state of despair. Luckily, after that, for the home-opener, I’ll be home for a weekend that includes some football watching from the comfort of my own couch. The following weekend (Sept. 18-19), April and I head down to Southern California to attend Kenny and Leslie’s wedding in Industry Hills. When we return, the Pac-10 volleyball season begins with Stanford visiting Haas Pavilion on Sept. 25, which is a televised match; and then we’re off to the races.

The following weekend (Oct. 2-3), I go to Los Angeles again for volleyball matches. By that time, I’ll probably have a solid routine and pretty much be awaiting the end of volleyball season (even though it really has only begun). It’s about that time that tennis tournaments begin to happen and I’ll have a whole plate of other stuff to deal with. Really, right now, at this moment, I’m looking forward to Christmas. That will be a good, restful time for me. It’s somewhere out there; somewhere in time. But I know I’ll arrive in one piece; alive. Even though I’m stressed about all of this coming down the pipes, I’m certainly excited. Being able to worry, fret, and wonder; that’s what life is all about. I know I’m alive because I go through these trials. What blessings they are.

We’ll see you on the flip side.

Work Buffet

I usually love buffets. Who doesn’t? I want to be able to control what I have and how much of it I have at all times. The power of being at a buffet is particularly pronounced when I hit up an Indian restaurant. I’m big on spices and flavor when it comes to food so Indian places do it up right for my tastes. However, since I’m not as familiar with Indian food as I am with Chinese or American food, I am a little reserved when it comes to ordering individual dishes at a restaurant. I don’t want to get stuck with something I potentially won’t enjoy. When we dine at an Indian establishment, it almost never fails that April will order Chicken Tikka Masala and some sort of naan; and I’ll always pick a vegetable dish. You can link me to either Aloo Gobi or Vegatable Korma of some sort.

You can imagine my excitement when I woke up this morning knowing that I had a buffet waiting for me at work. Well, not quite. This buffet consists of a volleyball media guide, a Heisman trophy website, a volleyball weekly news release and plenty of additional work for volleyball, men’s tennis and women’s tennis. All I could ever want of any of those things. I’m ready to call it a day and leave and it’s only 9:35 a.m. I’m not sure how I got this behind on this much work but with the volleyball season kicking off in about five days, there’s not much time to waste. In fact, I’m not sure where I’m finding the time to be writing a blog entry, but here I am. This is one buffet I think I can pass on.

Super Sunday

Today was one of those days when we just packed in as much as we could. We started off with breakfast, which is noteworthy because we don’t often have enough time to sit down for a meal in the morning. Coffee, egg sandwiches and waffles really hit the early-morning spot. I didn’t get a chance to finish my waffle because our friend, Jenn, came over to head to church with us. Jenn is the director of operations for the Cal volleyball team. We’ve had a chance to get to know her over the few months she’s been here and we were very excited that she decided to come to church with us.

After church, we took a whirlwind tour through Costco and made out with a bunch of stuff we needed in less than 45 minutes. I was able to stop myself from buying a new 24″ Samsung LCD monitor, which is good, but I still have thoughts about going back to get it. After shopping, we hit up Sushi House and had a great meal and talk around the table.

Back at home, we said bye to Jenn and then brought our stuff into the apartment. We took a rest before I did some work on volleyball stuff. We had a quick dinner and then headed out to meet Steve and Geoff to watch District 9 at the historic Alameda Theater before grabbing an ice cream cone at Tucker’s. It feels almost like I’ve been through two days in a one. I’m ready to turn in. We’ll be back with more tomorrow.

Fall of Football

The fall season means different things to different people but for a sports fan, it’s often either the end of baseball or the beginning of football. There aren’t many experiences that rival the one you get from going to a packed stadium of 80,000-plus fans all yelling and screaming.

One of the reasons I decided to drop my career in the music industry and head back to school was so that I could make the move to a career in sports. One of the reasons I wanted to get into sports was to have a chance to work with the USC football team in particular. I used to get the new media guide each summer and read a couple of pages each night before I hit the hay. I knew players numbers on the roster by a glance. I could even spot what running back was in the backfield just by their stance.

While I suppose some would (and some do) categorize me as a fanatic, I still maintain that I’m on the lower end of the fanatical spectrum. Yes, I have been to a USC vs. Notre Dame football game in South Bend, Ind. and yes, I have paid for BCS Championship Game tickets in Miami, Fla. But I’m a sports fan. That’s like going to see a Lakers vs. Celtics game in the Boston Garden or experiencing the Olympics in some other part of the world. I just happen to have a team to cheer for. It sure as heck beats not having a team to cheer for. The haters are just jealous.

The reason this is on my mind today is because we are about a week from the first college football kick-offs of the 2009 season. The NFL has already had two dozen exhibition games and we’re really entering the home stretch of the Major League Baseball season. I’m usually very excited about this time of year. It’ll be fun to finally see those collegiate colors and pageantry on network television again but I don’t have that same fervor like I used to. Five or six years ago, I would have been counting down the days, hours and minutes leading to the first USC football game. These days, I’m trying to lengthen the countdown to the beginning of my own volleyball season; which is also just seven days away.

Being in the line of work that I’m in, it’s hard to have a moment to just follow the teams I like. In fact, with so much of my sports communication coming in the form of e-mail and numbers on a PDF file, the end result is almost more important than the athleticism and sport that took place on a field, rink, pool, court or whatever. I can appreciate a good, detailed write-up about a match because otherwise, all I have is the 30-second SportsCenter highlight to watch.

Living up in the Bay Area, it’s not easy to catch the Lakers unless they’re on national television. Thankfully, USC football is always on, but with the volleyball time conflicts, I have to watch nearly every match on some sort of a time delay. It’s really just not the same. I wish things could go back to the way they used to be. There was a time when I would watch a game from beginning to end. I would watch the open where the color commentator sets up the scene and sit through commercials in anticipation for whatever tidbit of information the play-by-play guy would offer coming back. Things move so fast these days and with all that I worry about for the other sports I work for, football has really taken a fall on my list of priorities.

One day, if the stars align, football shall rise again.

Close Call

I’ve blogged before about the poor quality of the drivers in the Bay Area. Yes, I know that I could run into that mess anywhere but there is something about the sheer volume of terrible drivers up here that eats at you as a resident of this place. Of course, this morning, April and I couldn’t even escape Alameda without running into some form of stupidity behind the wheel. This experience on the way to BART is typical of our mornings but this particular incident was a particularly close call.

We were heading north on Webster towards the tube and were going through the intersection of Webster and Buena Vista when I noticed a Volvo wagon approaching the little merging lane quite fast. I had already begun to pass the opening of said lane when I saw that the driver was not slowing down. I was almost certain I was going to get hit on the right side so I punched the horn and stayed on it as long as I needed to. At the same time, I moved to the left as much as I could and nearly touched the driver in the lane next to mine so as to provide more space for Mr. Stupid on my right. Luckily, my horn probably alerted the white car on my left to look out in case I move any closer and make contact. I’m not positive, but I think the driver finally slowed down, although out of the right mirror, I saw that he was millimeters from touching our Camry.

As our culprit came into full view of my rear-view mirror, my heart rate began to slow and of course, the person who was originally behind me slammed on the brakes and honked their horn as well. As worried as I had been, I was able to laugh it off and congratulate myself on being a good defensive driver even amongst some rampant stupidity. Of course, right then, I see in the rear view that the driver cuts off another car in the left lane so that they could get to the left-turn lane. What I don’t understand is why this driver did not wait for all the cars to go by since it would have taken approximately the same amount of time anyway. I suppose this is why I consider Alameda drivers to be among the worst of the worst in the East Bay. We see them every day and every day, the stupid never ceases to amaze us.

So many thoughts ran through my mind as I moved to avoid being hit. From imagining the impact of the contact to hearing April’s dad’s voice in my head saying “it’s time to get a new car, Jeremy”. Thankfully, this was just a close call and nothing worse. I live to drive another day.

The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee

April and I will be heading to Martinez, Calif. to see a production of The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee tonight. Thus, I thought it would be appropriate to re-post a story we originally shared on our wedding website at www.prelandjer.com. Enjoy.

The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
Wadsworth Theater | Westwood, Calif. | Thursday, May 31, 2007

Jeremy and April love to enjoy the finer things in life together; one of which is attending musicals and going to theater shows whenever they can. They’ve seen over 30 shows together, including five in New York and even some shows more than once but…

Did you know?

Jeremy once performed on stage with the original Broadway cast of the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. Just a week and a half after he popped the question to April, she took him out to see a touring production of the show that was visiting the Wadsworth Theater in Westwood, Calif. After sharing pastrami fries at The Hat on Valley Boulevard in Monterey Park, Calif., the two headed out to West Side for what would turn out to be quite a memorable evening.

The Hat doesn’t have a bathroom and April had a little too much lemonade during dinner. And of course, in typical Jeremy and April fashion, they were running late for the show. Jeremy didn’t know much about the show. He had never heard the soundtrack but was indeed aware that audience members are given a chance to “register” as bee participants. He had no desire to go on stage but April desperately wanted to sign up.

They arrived at the theater just 10 minutes prior to show time and April had to run to the ladies room so Jeremy stood in line to sign her up as a participant. As luck would have it, he was the last one to be allowed to sign up. He picked up the clipboard and a pen, but stopped to ask the registrar if he could sign up his friend who was in the restroom. In a rush, the registrar said absolutely not since they have to interview you on the spot and because curtains were set to go up in about 5 minutes. Since four other people were also filling out applications, Jeremy figured the least he could do since he had waited in line was to sign himself up.

When April returned from the restroom, Jeremy explained the situation to her and although she wanted to sign up, she understood. Jeremy answered some basic questions with the interviewer and then stood near the registration table with the rest of the applicants. A minute later, the registrar stood on a chair and thanked everyone for applying and then proceeded to announce the names of the four selected contestants. Jeremy’s jaw dropped in surprise when his name was the third one announced. April couldn’t believe it either but also couldn’t have been more excited. Jeremy initially wanted to refuse to be a part of the show but after some prodding from April, she took her ticket stub and went to her seat as he went with the other three contestants to be given some special instructions.

Jeremy was told to always try to spell the word correctly (no joking around) after asking for the origin and the definition of the word. He then returned to his seat for the beginning of the show as instructed and then stood up when his name was called. He went up to the stage and sat down with the “actual” contestants and the show was on.

Jeremy remembers that the lights were quite hot and that the guy playing the Asian boy was sweating profusely. He also remembers that nearly everyone sprayed their spit like a mist with every word they spoke or sang. It was hot and uncomfortable but certainly fun and in a word, awesome. At first, Jeremy thought he would be part of the show for a couple of songs but he apparently had no idea what he was really in for. He sat as Olive Ostrovsky sang My Friend, The Dictionary. And then he had to stand up and dance as the company sang Pandemonium. April sat in the audience and laughed her head off as Jeremy danced around aimlessly on the stage.

When it was finally his turn to spell a word, Jeremy was introduced as “a kid who recently found out he had head lice” (the reason for his bald head) and his word was Mexicans. Apparently, the word is a standard Spelling Bee show word. Jeremy nailed the spelling and went back to his seat. The actors and actresses would whisper instructions to him whenever they had to move or dance. One by one, the other audience-participant contestants were eliminated. Jeremy’s next word was Wannigan; a word fabricated for the show. The bee officials in the show use some of these types of words to either eliminate someone quickly or to prolong their run. After getting the fake origin and definition, Jeremy opted for W-A-N-A-G-E-N as a complete guess. To his surprise, he got the word right and the audience went crazy. He went back to his seat on the stage and enjoyed some more of the show.

After a few more numbers, another speller was eliminated and it was time for Jeremy to spell again. He went up to the mic and received his word. It was “Catarjunes.” This too, was a word fabricated for the show. When he asked for the definition of the word, the bee officials said “an old Nantucket whaling term; its only known use was in a captain’s log entry which reads, ‘The time of judgment is upon us; the leviathan has come—catarjunes!’” With a little more thought, Jeremy blurted out slowly, C-A-T-H-E-R-J-O-U-N-E-S… catherjounes. The place was silent for a beat and as he turned to look at the actors, they all had looks of astonishment on their faces because he had just correctly spelled the word. The Wadsworth Theater went ballistic with cheers, hoots and hollers. Shocked himself, Jeremy turned around slowly and went back to his seat.

As a part of the joke, Jeremy was called back out to spell again immediately. The word he was given was Xerophthalmiology. He began with an X-E-R-O-P and then the official sounded the ding of the bell and claimed that he had missed a silent letter. It didn’t matter because the word is not real anyway. The entire cast began singing Goodbye and then Jeremy was serenaded by Mitch Mahoney in The Prayer of the Comfort Counselor. The cast sang and followed him as he left the stage to a standing ovation from the crowd and was handed his juice box. He actually wanted to drink that juice box too but being the germ freak that he is, he threw it out because a cast member came up and took a sip of the drink as part of the song.

As he returned to his seat, Jeremy shook so many hands, he couldn’t even remember the moment. Everyone was asking “did you actually know that last word?” and “how did you know how to spell that word?” All he could do was smile and nod at everyone. He sat and enjoyed the rest of the show with April but when it was over, he was swarmed with people all congratulating him. Not one for attention, Jeremy tried to take April’s hand and just escape the crowd so they could head home. In the car, people were pointing at him and waving at him and giving him the thumbs up.

Even though the words he had to spell were not real, the audience reacted so wonderfully to the show, it definitely made the night just that much more special and memorable. Jeremy later found out that a co-worker of his was in the audience that night and could not believe what a good speller he was. In all, Jeremy will never forget that night and the fun he had on stage with the cast of the 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. Bet ya didn’t know that now did ya?

Working Wonder

Although I’m not feeling well today, I dragged myself to work mostly because I sat in bed thinking about all of the work that would be piling up here if I didn’t come in. Of course, on my way to work, I kept wondering what it was exactly that I would need to be doing. Needless to say, I was having a hard time organizing my thoughts in any sort of coherent manner. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to post a blog entry about how I couldn’t even figure out what I needed to go to work to do; even though I felt compelled to come in because there was work to be done at all. Low and behold, I arrived here and didn’t even remember that I wanted to blog until now. Granted, I was asleep in the car underneath the RSF for about two hours before coming up to the office.