This Night Or Next...
Today I've been working the whole day. Working is tiresome, man!
I got to go on a stake-out (as we so police-like call it), i.e. counting the number of participants on a competitors conference. This time, the lobby was totally empty, except for some (a lot) conference hosts - and me, then. To make them stay off my back (I don't want them to ask what I'm doing there; what should I say? "I'm here from a competing business, just lurking about, checking you out..." Perhaps not...) I played it incognito, with music in my ears (but that's the clever part - to stay in control I only fake it, not actually listening to music as I have to catch what the conference participants are saying about the conference), blipping away on my cellphone (Yes, the A-Team one...). It all went fine, and walking away from there I felt like going up to a random stranger and introduce myself as "Sofie - P.I".
I don't think I'll be going to The Strokes gig (aaarrrggggghhh!). First of all, I'd have to cue the whole day to get a ticket, which I might not even get. But more importantly, I would have to go alone. Now going alone is not always that bad. But it's just I'll be going alone to both Franz Ferdinand AND Ed Harcourt and I don't feel like going out alone on a late Friday night to a club. There's a difference there.
I really dislike my brother at the moment. What has happened to him? He's become someone else - someone I don't know at all. First, he loses all his interest in music, subsequently I lose my faithful concert partner. And he only hangs out at Stureplan. He's such a brat wannabe! It's become really, really bad... He's such a cliché. It's really quite sad.
I aked the people at work if anyone wanted to come along, but the replies were semi-enthusiastic. You know, the old familiar "Yeah, maybe, that sounds good". You know it's never gonna lead anywhere.
Oh well.
I guess I'm gonna have to learn how to be a lone ranger...
I got to go on a stake-out (as we so police-like call it), i.e. counting the number of participants on a competitors conference. This time, the lobby was totally empty, except for some (a lot) conference hosts - and me, then. To make them stay off my back (I don't want them to ask what I'm doing there; what should I say? "I'm here from a competing business, just lurking about, checking you out..." Perhaps not...) I played it incognito, with music in my ears (but that's the clever part - to stay in control I only fake it, not actually listening to music as I have to catch what the conference participants are saying about the conference), blipping away on my cellphone (Yes, the A-Team one...). It all went fine, and walking away from there I felt like going up to a random stranger and introduce myself as "Sofie - P.I".
I don't think I'll be going to The Strokes gig (aaarrrggggghhh!). First of all, I'd have to cue the whole day to get a ticket, which I might not even get. But more importantly, I would have to go alone. Now going alone is not always that bad. But it's just I'll be going alone to both Franz Ferdinand AND Ed Harcourt and I don't feel like going out alone on a late Friday night to a club. There's a difference there.
I really dislike my brother at the moment. What has happened to him? He's become someone else - someone I don't know at all. First, he loses all his interest in music, subsequently I lose my faithful concert partner. And he only hangs out at Stureplan. He's such a brat wannabe! It's become really, really bad... He's such a cliché. It's really quite sad.
I aked the people at work if anyone wanted to come along, but the replies were semi-enthusiastic. You know, the old familiar "Yeah, maybe, that sounds good". You know it's never gonna lead anywhere.
Oh well.
I guess I'm gonna have to learn how to be a lone ranger...