Recently, I have had to come to terms with the fact that the schedules of a professional orchestra and a professional hockey team to not make good bed fellows. I work nearly every weekend night, and so do the Sabres. Obviously, this presents some difficultly in regards to my watching and attending games. I am cringing in advance over all of the games I will miss. For the millionth time in my life, I’m thinking, “You IDIOT! Of all the freaking things in the entire world you could have chosen to do, you chose the VIOLA?!”
Last spring I was suffering from a tendinitis-like pain in my left hand. Musicians tend to be pretty cautious about such things because we all know people who have had their careers ended by chronic pain. No matter what I did, the only thing that made my hand feel better was rest, so after a few weeks of frustration, I opted to call in sick rather than push it. The upside of this injury (which is much better now, thanks for asking) is that I found myself watching Game 5 against the Rangers, rather than performing with the rest of my colleagues. The only reason I got to watch that game is because I had to call in sick that night. The realization that in the future I will surely miss equally exciting games is very disturbing indeed.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. I just wish we kept better hours.