losing my mind
as the universe conspires against me.
so, i missed a band practice last thursday. the last practice before the sunday concert. oh well, just show up at the appointed time of the concert, right? wrong. the concert got moved FIVE HOURS EARLIER and left me as some random idiot walking around campus with a trumpet case. there is another concert this coming thursday. i will be out of town on unemployment vacation 2005, so i thought i should show up to tonight's practice, see some folks, turn in my music folder.
the main entrance is in the front of the band room. and you know unequivocally when you are late before you even walk through the door, because you can see through the window that everyone has their eyes up front on the director. and there is nothing quite like walking into a room of a hundred plus musicians KNOWING you are late and looking like a complete idiot. apparently i missed another memo at the concert, the memo being that practice was starting a gazillion hours early tonight. so i was there for, oh, fifteen or twenty minutes of practice. i'm an idiot.
just chalk it up to the week from hell.
i knew that this job would damn near drain my soul away if i stayed; but i never thought the process of leaving would do the same. note to self: never, for the rest of my life, will i ever take or let myself be put into a position where i am the only financial employee at a company. additional note to self: this place is fucking crazy. it's been a learning experience for sure.
so, i missed a band practice last thursday. the last practice before the sunday concert. oh well, just show up at the appointed time of the concert, right? wrong. the concert got moved FIVE HOURS EARLIER and left me as some random idiot walking around campus with a trumpet case. there is another concert this coming thursday. i will be out of town on unemployment vacation 2005, so i thought i should show up to tonight's practice, see some folks, turn in my music folder.
the main entrance is in the front of the band room. and you know unequivocally when you are late before you even walk through the door, because you can see through the window that everyone has their eyes up front on the director. and there is nothing quite like walking into a room of a hundred plus musicians KNOWING you are late and looking like a complete idiot. apparently i missed another memo at the concert, the memo being that practice was starting a gazillion hours early tonight. so i was there for, oh, fifteen or twenty minutes of practice. i'm an idiot.
just chalk it up to the week from hell.
i knew that this job would damn near drain my soul away if i stayed; but i never thought the process of leaving would do the same. note to self: never, for the rest of my life, will i ever take or let myself be put into a position where i am the only financial employee at a company. additional note to self: this place is fucking crazy. it's been a learning experience for sure.
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