Disco Inferno
My apologies for my absence. This week was 40 miles of bad road and today is the first time that I've been willing/able to talk about it.
It began on Sunday when my back went out. Even today it's still a little sore, but last Mon/Tuesday it was awful. We're talking "trouble making it to the bathroom across the hall bad" The underlying current of pain seems to be this past weeks theme.
I accepted a temp job on Tuesday, working for a Large Corporation downtown. The job is straight out of Alpha Complex. I spend the entire day opening envelopes and putting the cards inside into the proper slot. I took it because I thought it would take my mind off waiting for The Callback, it was more money than my gubmint cheese check, and it was only 4 weeks of a Crap job.
Of course, the first day I found out my fate with the last company. 0 for 3, as my mom read me the contents of the "Your Princess is in Another Castle" letter they sent. Damn.
After factoring in gas, travel, and parking, the money I was getting for 37.5 hours of work wasn't much better than the Gubmint Check. Damn damn.
And the time spent at work/in transit severly cuts down on my non-busy time, as this week I will have precisely one night to myself.
At any rate, this week should be better. I found out yesterday that Rocket Boots got engaged. He left me a voice mail about it that makes a Tom Waits album sound like an AA meeting. That made me slightly happy.
Wednesday is a birthday celebration at The Safe House. I won't be out too late thanks to the Alpha Complex gig, But sny well-wishers sowing up round 8 would be appreciated.
Thursday is Castle Falkenstein. It's almost full, so if you want in, let me know.
Hopefully by the end of the week I'll have some new interviews and finish burning my best of the 80's cds to my mp3 player.
It began on Sunday when my back went out. Even today it's still a little sore, but last Mon/Tuesday it was awful. We're talking "trouble making it to the bathroom across the hall bad" The underlying current of pain seems to be this past weeks theme.
I accepted a temp job on Tuesday, working for a Large Corporation downtown. The job is straight out of Alpha Complex. I spend the entire day opening envelopes and putting the cards inside into the proper slot. I took it because I thought it would take my mind off waiting for The Callback, it was more money than my gubmint cheese check, and it was only 4 weeks of a Crap job.
Of course, the first day I found out my fate with the last company. 0 for 3, as my mom read me the contents of the "Your Princess is in Another Castle" letter they sent. Damn.
After factoring in gas, travel, and parking, the money I was getting for 37.5 hours of work wasn't much better than the Gubmint Check. Damn damn.
And the time spent at work/in transit severly cuts down on my non-busy time, as this week I will have precisely one night to myself.
At any rate, this week should be better. I found out yesterday that Rocket Boots got engaged. He left me a voice mail about it that makes a Tom Waits album sound like an AA meeting. That made me slightly happy.
Wednesday is a birthday celebration at The Safe House. I won't be out too late thanks to the Alpha Complex gig, But sny well-wishers sowing up round 8 would be appreciated.
Thursday is Castle Falkenstein. It's almost full, so if you want in, let me know.
Hopefully by the end of the week I'll have some new interviews and finish burning my best of the 80's cds to my mp3 player.