nothing new...
My wallet was stolen on Friday during the football game. I was stupid and left my bag in the band room and not in the guard room. The band room WAS locked and the kids all had their personal stuff there too, but apparently someone found a way in. Luckily I had no cash in there. Unfortunately I had my social security card in there. I know, I'm an idiot.
Spent ALL of yesterday writing show with Thane. Well, we were in the same room at least. I even organized my choreography in relation to drill and all that, so rehearsal will go a lot easier this week. I was finished by nightfall, but Thane was still writing until past midnight, even when Billy, Russ, and Anna came over for ice cream. I was kinda disappointed that he didn't hang out with us, but I guess it's understandable that he had to get the song done for class today. Stupid responsibility.
PARTY ON SATURDAY! Most everyone is out of town, but if you're not, you need to come so it won't be completely lame.
I'm ready to quit my shopping job. I know it's just a temporary thing, but I find no joy in it at all, especially since I'm starting up an old client who once made my life miserable, plus more new clients who have a tendency for physical and verbal abuse. It just doesn't seem worth the $7.70 an hour to put up with grumpy, depressed seniors. I'll try to stick with it for a while, maybe even until I can find a career job. But I know this isn't for me.
My internship really isn't as bad as I make it out to be - I just have serious issues sitting at a computer for hours on end. I get so restless then I start falling asleep. The actual work is enjoyable; I just wish there was more field work involved.
Cholla is... Cholla. The girls still aren't consistently showing up to rehearsal (or class for that matter) and I really don't know what to do about getting them caught up on choreography and drill when they DO show up and expect me to have the patience to REteach what the rest of the guard spent hours learning and improving. I don't know what to do but cut them, because they keep getting further and further behind. But I don't have it in me to actually cut anyone. Especially this far into the season. But I won't worry about catching them up with the rest of the guard because they know perfectly well that it's their own personal responsibility to do so and if they fuck up during competition, it's their own ass they're embarassing, not mine. Nobody remembers whose name is announced as the caption head, and even if they did, my name is always pronounced wrong anyway.
I still haven't been drinking at all since the cruise - I don't know what's gotten into me.
Grad announcements are almost done. Everything is printed and folded and I have most of the addresses I need. Waiting on pictures though, which will definitely get done sometime this week so I can send them all out before the weekend. If you want one, get me your mailing addy.
Spent ALL of yesterday writing show with Thane. Well, we were in the same room at least. I even organized my choreography in relation to drill and all that, so rehearsal will go a lot easier this week. I was finished by nightfall, but Thane was still writing until past midnight, even when Billy, Russ, and Anna came over for ice cream. I was kinda disappointed that he didn't hang out with us, but I guess it's understandable that he had to get the song done for class today. Stupid responsibility.
PARTY ON SATURDAY! Most everyone is out of town, but if you're not, you need to come so it won't be completely lame.
I'm ready to quit my shopping job. I know it's just a temporary thing, but I find no joy in it at all, especially since I'm starting up an old client who once made my life miserable, plus more new clients who have a tendency for physical and verbal abuse. It just doesn't seem worth the $7.70 an hour to put up with grumpy, depressed seniors. I'll try to stick with it for a while, maybe even until I can find a career job. But I know this isn't for me.
My internship really isn't as bad as I make it out to be - I just have serious issues sitting at a computer for hours on end. I get so restless then I start falling asleep. The actual work is enjoyable; I just wish there was more field work involved.
Cholla is... Cholla. The girls still aren't consistently showing up to rehearsal (or class for that matter) and I really don't know what to do about getting them caught up on choreography and drill when they DO show up and expect me to have the patience to REteach what the rest of the guard spent hours learning and improving. I don't know what to do but cut them, because they keep getting further and further behind. But I don't have it in me to actually cut anyone. Especially this far into the season. But I won't worry about catching them up with the rest of the guard because they know perfectly well that it's their own personal responsibility to do so and if they fuck up during competition, it's their own ass they're embarassing, not mine. Nobody remembers whose name is announced as the caption head, and even if they did, my name is always pronounced wrong anyway.
I still haven't been drinking at all since the cruise - I don't know what's gotten into me.
Grad announcements are almost done. Everything is printed and folded and I have most of the addresses I need. Waiting on pictures though, which will definitely get done sometime this week so I can send them all out before the weekend. If you want one, get me your mailing addy.