Viva Las Vegas
At the end of September, I am supposed to be going to Las Vegas for training. The vendor of one of the software programs we use at my company is hosting a seminar for all levels of skill. Of course, there is a special section for people in my line of work. No, they don't hand out bibs and diapers to us, nor do they ship us to the event in short busses. My field is rather dull and technically geeky, so someone decided to herd all of us pocket-protector types into one section.
Since I lived in Vegas for 10 years prior to moving back to my "home" state, the whole trip is a little anti-climatic. But, I am hoping to spend a little time touching base with some old friends before I leave town, so that should be cool.
Of course, if the Michigan thing intervenes with this trip, they will trump any plans to travel south to Vegas. Naturally, I am secretly hoping for this to occur, but I have to remain tight-lipped.
The person who trained me for my position resigned from the company today. That was a big disppointment. My main source of support is now gone, and I will have to completely fend for myself from now on. Not that I am incompetent or anything, it was just always nice to have that person nearby as a back-up. And speaking of back-ups, I don't have one at all for me when I go on vacation at the first of September, nor one for my training escapade. Fucking great. I can't wait to see the mess I will find when I return. Or, worse yet, I can just see my supervisor(s), manager(s), and director telling me I will have to cancel my vacation. That would make my mother happy as hell.
I must be somewhat of a rare individual. What I mean by that is I am actually looking forward to visiting my mother. I know a lot of people that dread visiting with their folks, but my mother is a riot and I enjoy her company - in small doses. I don't want to live where she does, but I do like talking with her and running around with her. We have fun, it's pretty cool.
The biggest drag about the whole thing is that I will be driving for 12 hours just to get there. Ugh. I usually like road trips, but I would rather volunteer for root canal with no anesthesia than drive across the entire state of Nebraska. Damn. Someone should build a 100-foot fence around that state and make it the new federal prison. Omaha and Lincoln are ok, but everything west of Lincoln is massively desolate. Desolation runs rampid where I live, too, but at least I have mountains to look at. Big difference.
I had a very enjoyable band practice this evening. We jammed for about 2.5 hours. It was probably the most fun I have had playing with other musicians in over 15 years. I was actually offered the chance to play with a country band whenever they were short a guitar player. I kindly refused: I played country for a living many years ago, and I have earned the right to hate country music - no thanks.
The new amp arrived, and it's one extremely loud mutha. Gonna have to get used to that.
Since I lived in Vegas for 10 years prior to moving back to my "home" state, the whole trip is a little anti-climatic. But, I am hoping to spend a little time touching base with some old friends before I leave town, so that should be cool.
Of course, if the Michigan thing intervenes with this trip, they will trump any plans to travel south to Vegas. Naturally, I am secretly hoping for this to occur, but I have to remain tight-lipped.
The person who trained me for my position resigned from the company today. That was a big disppointment. My main source of support is now gone, and I will have to completely fend for myself from now on. Not that I am incompetent or anything, it was just always nice to have that person nearby as a back-up. And speaking of back-ups, I don't have one at all for me when I go on vacation at the first of September, nor one for my training escapade. Fucking great. I can't wait to see the mess I will find when I return. Or, worse yet, I can just see my supervisor(s), manager(s), and director telling me I will have to cancel my vacation. That would make my mother happy as hell.
I must be somewhat of a rare individual. What I mean by that is I am actually looking forward to visiting my mother. I know a lot of people that dread visiting with their folks, but my mother is a riot and I enjoy her company - in small doses. I don't want to live where she does, but I do like talking with her and running around with her. We have fun, it's pretty cool.
The biggest drag about the whole thing is that I will be driving for 12 hours just to get there. Ugh. I usually like road trips, but I would rather volunteer for root canal with no anesthesia than drive across the entire state of Nebraska. Damn. Someone should build a 100-foot fence around that state and make it the new federal prison. Omaha and Lincoln are ok, but everything west of Lincoln is massively desolate. Desolation runs rampid where I live, too, but at least I have mountains to look at. Big difference.
I had a very enjoyable band practice this evening. We jammed for about 2.5 hours. It was probably the most fun I have had playing with other musicians in over 15 years. I was actually offered the chance to play with a country band whenever they were short a guitar player. I kindly refused: I played country for a living many years ago, and I have earned the right to hate country music - no thanks.
The new amp arrived, and it's one extremely loud mutha. Gonna have to get used to that.
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