Commaholic
It's a strange day. It's strange, first of all, because I didn't sleep worth a shit. I was exhausted from breaking up camp and driving all that distance home. I was exhausted from attempting to mow my lawn, only to have my battery-powered electric mower run out of juice. (So, I have this half-mown lawn that just looks absurd.) But once I got into bed, I just laid there. Odd.
This morning, the alarm went off and, as usual, I slammed the snooze bar a few dozen times until the DJ started playing a song I liked. So I let the music play and fell asleep again. I was ten minutes late to work.
Today's workload is actually light (superstitiously looking for some wood to knock on). Most of my managers are gone on vacation and it's all pretty quiet.
So this gives me some time for yet more reflection on who, what, and where I am in life. While I was gone over the weekend, I received a generic acknowlegement letter from the job I applied for in Michigan. Cool, they got my materials and they will get back to me (aka - Don't call us, we'll call you). I guess I was thinking about that a lot earlier, doing calculations on the difference in salary and the lower cost of living. Not too bad when, in the best case scenario, it's an increase of 13K per year. That equates to about an additional 17K with the change in the cost of living.
I came to the conclusion, with all the "trade-offs," that I want to get this job - no matter what. Of course, that is just my mood today, it could change tomorrow, or even after lunch.
This whole series of thoughts has left me in a bittersweet mood. Always liked that word and concept - even wrote a song called "Bittersweet."
Oddly enough, my current employer will probably send me to Vegas at the end of next month. Talk about "one step forward and two steps back." I lived in Vegas for 10 years before coming back here. Weird. Even though it will be work-related, I still plan to take an extra day on my own to visit some old friends. Yeah, that's if I get to go.
10:30 now and I am already plotting my lunch attack. If I acutally ate breakfast, my hunger would be worse, but for now, I am starving. All I can think about is how I have been planning to make a batch of perogi - even though it's an all-day process. I still have my grandmother's recipe and I just love them to death. Plus, I thought it would be kind of cool to have some to take to my mother when I see her in about 4 weeks. She would like that.
After work I am supposed to meet up with some musicians and have a "jam session." Honestly, I just wish they would cancel on me. This all started out pretty cool, and then one of the other guys started suggesting songs that, well, they suck - at least from my point of view. I was burned out on some of these tunes 25 years ago. Funny how that didn't change even after not hearing them for all that time.
This will only delay my law mowing, and I just can't be the typical, flakey musician and cancel it myself. Somehow I have convinced myself that I won't behave the same way most other musician's do and decide on a whim whether or not to show up. I love to play more than just about anything (minus great sex, or food, or great sex with food - not American Pie style). But, yeah, I think I like playing music more than fishing or camping. There, I said it.
Clever closing line goes here.
This morning, the alarm went off and, as usual, I slammed the snooze bar a few dozen times until the DJ started playing a song I liked. So I let the music play and fell asleep again. I was ten minutes late to work.
Today's workload is actually light (superstitiously looking for some wood to knock on). Most of my managers are gone on vacation and it's all pretty quiet.
So this gives me some time for yet more reflection on who, what, and where I am in life. While I was gone over the weekend, I received a generic acknowlegement letter from the job I applied for in Michigan. Cool, they got my materials and they will get back to me (aka - Don't call us, we'll call you). I guess I was thinking about that a lot earlier, doing calculations on the difference in salary and the lower cost of living. Not too bad when, in the best case scenario, it's an increase of 13K per year. That equates to about an additional 17K with the change in the cost of living.
I came to the conclusion, with all the "trade-offs," that I want to get this job - no matter what. Of course, that is just my mood today, it could change tomorrow, or even after lunch.
This whole series of thoughts has left me in a bittersweet mood. Always liked that word and concept - even wrote a song called "Bittersweet."
Oddly enough, my current employer will probably send me to Vegas at the end of next month. Talk about "one step forward and two steps back." I lived in Vegas for 10 years before coming back here. Weird. Even though it will be work-related, I still plan to take an extra day on my own to visit some old friends. Yeah, that's if I get to go.
10:30 now and I am already plotting my lunch attack. If I acutally ate breakfast, my hunger would be worse, but for now, I am starving. All I can think about is how I have been planning to make a batch of perogi - even though it's an all-day process. I still have my grandmother's recipe and I just love them to death. Plus, I thought it would be kind of cool to have some to take to my mother when I see her in about 4 weeks. She would like that.
After work I am supposed to meet up with some musicians and have a "jam session." Honestly, I just wish they would cancel on me. This all started out pretty cool, and then one of the other guys started suggesting songs that, well, they suck - at least from my point of view. I was burned out on some of these tunes 25 years ago. Funny how that didn't change even after not hearing them for all that time.
This will only delay my law mowing, and I just can't be the typical, flakey musician and cancel it myself. Somehow I have convinced myself that I won't behave the same way most other musician's do and decide on a whim whether or not to show up. I love to play more than just about anything (minus great sex, or food, or great sex with food - not American Pie style). But, yeah, I think I like playing music more than fishing or camping. There, I said it.
Clever closing line goes here.
posted by Gern at 12:40 PM
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