How goes it in Nansylvania?
Well, the weather out here in the capital city of Nansylvania, nestled in the rolling hills of Waldmanistan is still a bit cloudy, but we're expecting that to move on through and there should be a break in the weather near the end of the week.
That about sums up my mood in a meteorological kind of way. More specifically - I'm getting a little frustrated at the technical goofs that are preventing me from taking part in this planning course through JMU. I haven't been able to participate in the last two class meetings becuase of connection issues. See - there's a program called Centra that will link up remote computers to a computer where the meeting (or class, in this case) is taking place. The microphone hooked up to the computer in the class transfers the lecture or data to my computer, so it's like I'm there in class. Except, the last two class meetings haven't been hooked up. I've been at home, during the meeting time, linked up to my computer and waiting for the class computer to join the session and there's just been nothing there. It's completely frustrating. So, I'm looking into the local Adult Degree Programs to try to compare how many of my credits would transfer. I want to complete my degree - I need to - but I really feel at a loss not being able to attend the class meetings. I was assured that I would be able to complete this course at the least, from Richmond.
I know I wouldn't be so panicky or tied up in knots about it all if I wasn't so damn ready to leave this job. I want out, I want out, I want OUT! I'm still searching for new jobs and sending out my resume, but I'm just not getting any responses, and I know it's because I don't have my bachelor's degree, regardless of my mad administrative skillz.
And I'm just tired. I'm working all day then going out to gig at night, which generally keeps me out until at least 1 AM (if I'm lucky). I feel bad because my house is a constant wreck, I don't get to just hang around and keep up with the spot cleaning, so it turns into large cleaning jobs. I don't get to spend lots of quality playing time with the pooch, because once I'm home all I want to do is sleep. Sleeeep. Oh, I miss you, sleep. Those sweet hours spent wrapped up in warmth and comfort.
And, now that I've just bitched about how tired I am after gigs, let me clarify that I would not give it up now if I were paid to. I love going out to sing with the band. Love it! I want to do it all the time. But that part of me that is the voice of my parents keeps saying, "But there's no money there. There's no security there. You couldn't afford the house or the car or any of the things you've gotten through this good, regular job with the bank." "But I hate the bank," my inner me replies. "Everyone hates their job, honey. That's why they call it 'work'," the parental voices reply. And then I start thinking I'm all crazy, knowing full well it's just my constant internal struggle between what I want to do, what really makes me happy and what I should do to make my family happy.
And I know, I know, it should be about making me happy, because it's my life, dammit, but those parental voices are right. There is NO money in playing with a band, no matter how cool or fun it may be. Even if, by the grace of Apollo and the Gods of Rock, Moossa gets some kind of good recording contract offer from a label, I wonder if it would pay enough, at the beginning, to be able to keep my house and hire a full time dog-sitter while I'm out busting my ass on the road with the band so we can make the money back the record company put into us in the first place and then *really* start to make money for myself that can be put away for the future.
At the fringe, I'm still discovering my inner feminist, fighting the patriarchy in my own, small way (I refuse to shave my legs as a rule anymore. If I'm going to attend a swank gig and need to wear a skirt, I will, because smooth legs look good in skirts, not because the patriarchy sez girls should be hairless. The pits are another story because that involves a stank factor and it's just more hygenic to shave the pits). My ongoing experiment with not using shampoo is a major sucess - my hair has never looked better. Although, the washing and drying process takes a chunk of time. I've started a new book, thanks to jtothecapitalc, called The Nine Princes of Amber that is pretty interesting so far. I'm only 5 chapters in, though, so it's still setting up all the characters and the conflict. The D&D game is going well and I thoroughly enjoy the character. I'm going to be thinking of some Gods to add to the game's world-pantheon. And, I'm toying with the idea of taking up painting, because I need more clutter and mess in my life. :)
And it's only Wednesday. C'mon weekend!
That about sums up my mood in a meteorological kind of way. More specifically - I'm getting a little frustrated at the technical goofs that are preventing me from taking part in this planning course through JMU. I haven't been able to participate in the last two class meetings becuase of connection issues. See - there's a program called Centra that will link up remote computers to a computer where the meeting (or class, in this case) is taking place. The microphone hooked up to the computer in the class transfers the lecture or data to my computer, so it's like I'm there in class. Except, the last two class meetings haven't been hooked up. I've been at home, during the meeting time, linked up to my computer and waiting for the class computer to join the session and there's just been nothing there. It's completely frustrating. So, I'm looking into the local Adult Degree Programs to try to compare how many of my credits would transfer. I want to complete my degree - I need to - but I really feel at a loss not being able to attend the class meetings. I was assured that I would be able to complete this course at the least, from Richmond.
I know I wouldn't be so panicky or tied up in knots about it all if I wasn't so damn ready to leave this job. I want out, I want out, I want OUT! I'm still searching for new jobs and sending out my resume, but I'm just not getting any responses, and I know it's because I don't have my bachelor's degree, regardless of my mad administrative skillz.
And I'm just tired. I'm working all day then going out to gig at night, which generally keeps me out until at least 1 AM (if I'm lucky). I feel bad because my house is a constant wreck, I don't get to just hang around and keep up with the spot cleaning, so it turns into large cleaning jobs. I don't get to spend lots of quality playing time with the pooch, because once I'm home all I want to do is sleep. Sleeeep. Oh, I miss you, sleep. Those sweet hours spent wrapped up in warmth and comfort.
And, now that I've just bitched about how tired I am after gigs, let me clarify that I would not give it up now if I were paid to. I love going out to sing with the band. Love it! I want to do it all the time. But that part of me that is the voice of my parents keeps saying, "But there's no money there. There's no security there. You couldn't afford the house or the car or any of the things you've gotten through this good, regular job with the bank." "But I hate the bank," my inner me replies. "Everyone hates their job, honey. That's why they call it 'work'," the parental voices reply. And then I start thinking I'm all crazy, knowing full well it's just my constant internal struggle between what I want to do, what really makes me happy and what I should do to make my family happy.
And I know, I know, it should be about making me happy, because it's my life, dammit, but those parental voices are right. There is NO money in playing with a band, no matter how cool or fun it may be. Even if, by the grace of Apollo and the Gods of Rock, Moossa gets some kind of good recording contract offer from a label, I wonder if it would pay enough, at the beginning, to be able to keep my house and hire a full time dog-sitter while I'm out busting my ass on the road with the band so we can make the money back the record company put into us in the first place and then *really* start to make money for myself that can be put away for the future.
At the fringe, I'm still discovering my inner feminist, fighting the patriarchy in my own, small way (I refuse to shave my legs as a rule anymore. If I'm going to attend a swank gig and need to wear a skirt, I will, because smooth legs look good in skirts, not because the patriarchy sez girls should be hairless. The pits are another story because that involves a stank factor and it's just more hygenic to shave the pits). My ongoing experiment with not using shampoo is a major sucess - my hair has never looked better. Although, the washing and drying process takes a chunk of time. I've started a new book, thanks to jtothecapitalc, called The Nine Princes of Amber that is pretty interesting so far. I'm only 5 chapters in, though, so it's still setting up all the characters and the conflict. The D&D game is going well and I thoroughly enjoy the character. I'm going to be thinking of some Gods to add to the game's world-pantheon. And, I'm toying with the idea of taking up painting, because I need more clutter and mess in my life. :)
And it's only Wednesday. C'mon weekend!