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I don’t think we should be defined by our jobs.

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I don’t think that we should be defined by our jobs.

I’m not saying that we are. I’m not saying that there is some database out there that compiles all of our information, alphabetizes it, and then spits it back out through some complex equation that will forever equate us with what we do for a living. I’m not saying that somewhere, right now, there is a machine that is tap tapping away and scribing that I, Jason Henry, will be forever known as an enrollment advisor, or counselor, or specialist, or whatever you want to call it.

I’m just saying that it feels that way. I’m just saying that sometimes it feels like we are defined by our occupation. It feels like we are what we do, but not the good things, or the bad. Not the great or the awful. No, we’re just Bob the Builder, or Dora the Explorer. We’re just Chris the Apple Guy or Ted the Architect.

We become what we do.

And I hate that.

I hate it because I waste 40 hours each week doing something that I could not care less about. Before you jump to conclusions, I’m not knocking my current employer. I’m not knocking my former employer. I’m knocking all employers everywhere because it’s a universal feeling. It’s how we all feel and it gets worse.

It gets worse because not only do we spend 40 hours each week working there, but we spend an additional 5 hours on “lunch”.  On top of that, we spend another 5 to 10 hours in travel time. So total, 50 to 55 hours, a third of our week, are spent working.

That doesn’t include getting ready for work. That doesn’t include sleeping or eating (outside of lunch). That doesn’t include anything but the time that we devote to work.

And somehow, we make it even worse.

We make it worse because after we leave work, it’s the only thing that we talk about. We get home and we complain about the asshole that sits next to us. We complain about the annoying girl four cubes over that hasn’t shut up since 1992. We complain about the policies that don’t make sense and the things that we could change but don’t. We complain, and complain, and complain.

And no one cares. I mean, why would they? We complain to people that don’t know the people that we’re talking about. They don’t know the job or the situation. They don’t know the lingo or what the hell a “DM” is. And they don’t want to know. They have to deal with their own mound of mundane manure every day.

…but we do it anyway.

We tell them about the crazy woman at work who regurgitates everything her boss spits into her mouth. We tell them about the man that hasn’t even tried to do his job in eight years. We tell them everything and we don’t spare a detail.  No, we get the fibers in the carpet. We get the colors and the textures of the paper plates. We get everything and we don’t ever stop to think that no one gives a shit.

We don’t stop to think that we’re wasting even more of our week on something that could not be more trivial. We’re wasting our energy. We’re wasting the time of the person that we’re complaining too, and we’re wasting our own time.

We’re wasting our two thirds.

And that needs to change.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m guilty of it.  I spend all that time working. I invest a third of my week into my career and when I come home, I have a hard time leaving it there. I have a hard time turning it off and that’s when it starts.

That’s when the complaints come out.  That’s when the bitching begins, when the stories surmise. That’s when I babble on about a bunch of shit that no one else cares about and I know that it’s good to vent. I know that it’s good to talk about your feelings and that it’s good to exercise all of that, but it’s also good to exercise control.

It’s good to reel it back.

To breathe.

To think.

To live.

To do anything but rot in a definition.

Because we are not defined by what we do. We are not defined by our careers, or our possessions. We are not defined by what we drive, or what we wear. We are not defined by our kids, or our pets.

We are defined by what we practice.

We are defined by what we want to be.

And I’m tired of being a job.

Five more years of the Arizona Coyotes.

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After four long years of uncertainty, the desert dogs have landed an owner. Last night, the Glendale City Council voted 4-3 on the lease agreement that guarantees at least five more years of the Arizona Coyotes.

Yes, you read that right. The Arizona Coyotes.

The team is changing the name to the Arizona Coyotes because the team was moved out of Phoenix and the America West Arena into Glendale and the arena in 2003. The move was essential because the America West Arena was not made for hockey. The floor barely fit an ice rink and the sight lines limited the 18,000 seat arena to just over 16,000 seats. Those factors paired with poor ownership and an unfortunate lease agreement in Phoenix ushered the team into a state of financial peril that they could not recover from.

Not even after moving to an arena built for hockey.

The team didn’t find success in Glendale for multiple reasons. It was still hemorrhaging financially because of prior ownership issues and the new location wasn’t exactly ideal. Although it was great for the Coyotes to be able to play in an arena built for hockey, it wasn’t so great for the people of Phoenix. A majority of the hockey fans in Arizona live in the East Valley or in Scottsdale, which equates to an approximate 60 to 90 minute drive during the week.

The Coyotes also struggled because of their coaching situation. While Wayne Gretzky is arguably one of the greatest hockey players of all time, it’s safe to say that he was not meant to be a coach in the NHL. In fact, he is the only coach in the Coyotes history to have a sub .500 win percentage (aside from Rick Bowness who coached the team for 20 games after Bob Francis left the team). Gretzky coached the Coyotes for 310 games, boasting only 310 points with a .473 win percentage.

The Coyotes didn’t start to find success on the ice again until Dave Tippett took over as the head coach in 2009. Since he took over, the team has boasted a .609 win percentage and worked their way to the Western Conference Finals in 2011-2012 despite the organization’s lack of ownership.

So, why is five more years in Arizona a good thing? Why isn’t it better to just move the team to Seattle, or Quebec, or to Kansas City?

It’s a good thing because the city is still a viable option for hockey. Before I moved to Phoenix, I don’t think that I would believe it. I would say the same thing that gets said by most hockey fans around the world.

The Coyotes have lost money for years. They can’t sell out their arena. They’re this, or they’re that. They’re just not capable of sustaining hockey in the desert.

…but it’s not true. Hockey does have a place in the desert. Since the move to Phoenix in 1996, Arizona went from 2 sheets of ice to 11. There are six rinks in the Phoenix metropolitan area. With that youth hockey is on the rise, along with attendance at and the overall awareness of the sport. Arizona is proving that it is a viable option for hockey, but it can’t happen without the right people wanting it to happen.

I believe that the Renaissance Sports and Entertainment (RSE) group and their partnership with Global Spectrum (the owners of the Philadelphia Flyers) can be that group of people that want it to happen. If they stand behind the product, behind the Arizona Coyotes, there is a very good chance that this team can succeed both on and off the ice. Dave Tippett has taken this ragtag group of second and third line players and found success. I can’t even imagine what he could do with a financial backer that could draw free agents to the organization.

I’m not saying that anything is going to happen overnight, but I am saying that the potential is there and that I have faith in the Arizona Coyotes.