Whee
Well...wow.
Been an interesting few days. I wrote a long entry last night in Word I may paste in here later...maybe.
I had to work sound at a wedding rehearsal tonight. When I arrived, a lady I'd never seen told me that she had my assistant waiting inside for me.
I've never in my life had an assistant working with me on anything, so needless to say I was quite shocked.
I walked in, and realized just how much I'm changing. I had on my old shoes, stained faded jeans, black t-shirt perforated with holes and a muddy Carhartt coat...but I was proud of who I was, and I was confident. Head up, shoulders back...several shocked looks from people I'd never seen before when I just nodded and used my key to let myself into the sound booth.
A few minutes later, my 'assistant' arrived. A nice enough guy, but...geeze. He stepped into the sound booth, only to prompt a rather startling chain of events.
"Hi," he started as he stuck out his hand. "I'm Scott". "Blake," I responded rather nicely, grasping his hand and shaking it, only to be...surprised. I never knew...or realized that I judged people on a handshake, but...it felt like I was shaking a milkshake that wasnt in a cup. The man had absolutely no grip at all. I was honestly surprised.
Things went well enough, him telling me that he would be more comfortable not helping and sitting down in the pews than with me. That's fine with me, there wasnt much he could've done anyways.
I think, though...I may be changing more than I think. Several times today people have looked twice at me, and a few have actually seemed intimidated. Oops? That's never happened before. Not that I dont enjoy it...XD.
Nah...I need to get to the Army Surplus store and pick up a vest...it's a black canvas/ mesh assault vest. It has a pocket to hold my scanner, right on the front. It also has pockets for...about everything else, too. It even has built- in magazine pouches and shotgun shell loops. Yay. Of course, convincing my mother I need it isnt going s'well.
"Where will you wear that thing?"
"Whereever I go, probably."
"But it's all...Army-ish"
"I can see that. The point is, it can hold all my stuff without ladening my oversized pants down or dropping it. You really want me to drop almost $300.00 worth of scanner?"
"...Hmph"
I went to the library book sale today. I got a book on German, almost 2 inches thick, a college Phsycology book that's just as big, then I got a small book that I was really pleased to find. It's entirely written in German, and it looks like poetry. I plan to start translating tommorrow. XD. I also got a book on prescription medicines, and one on the evils of the US Government. It's called 'Harrassing our People- the IRS and Government abusing their powers' by a congressman. I'll put specific titles when I have the books next to me.
Yay.
Been an interesting few days. I wrote a long entry last night in Word I may paste in here later...maybe.
I had to work sound at a wedding rehearsal tonight. When I arrived, a lady I'd never seen told me that she had my assistant waiting inside for me.
I've never in my life had an assistant working with me on anything, so needless to say I was quite shocked.
I walked in, and realized just how much I'm changing. I had on my old shoes, stained faded jeans, black t-shirt perforated with holes and a muddy Carhartt coat...but I was proud of who I was, and I was confident. Head up, shoulders back...several shocked looks from people I'd never seen before when I just nodded and used my key to let myself into the sound booth.
A few minutes later, my 'assistant' arrived. A nice enough guy, but...geeze. He stepped into the sound booth, only to prompt a rather startling chain of events.
"Hi," he started as he stuck out his hand. "I'm Scott". "Blake," I responded rather nicely, grasping his hand and shaking it, only to be...surprised. I never knew...or realized that I judged people on a handshake, but...it felt like I was shaking a milkshake that wasnt in a cup. The man had absolutely no grip at all. I was honestly surprised.
Things went well enough, him telling me that he would be more comfortable not helping and sitting down in the pews than with me. That's fine with me, there wasnt much he could've done anyways.
I think, though...I may be changing more than I think. Several times today people have looked twice at me, and a few have actually seemed intimidated. Oops? That's never happened before. Not that I dont enjoy it...XD.
Nah...I need to get to the Army Surplus store and pick up a vest...it's a black canvas/ mesh assault vest. It has a pocket to hold my scanner, right on the front. It also has pockets for...about everything else, too. It even has built- in magazine pouches and shotgun shell loops. Yay. Of course, convincing my mother I need it isnt going s'well.
"Where will you wear that thing?"
"Whereever I go, probably."
"But it's all...Army-ish"
"I can see that. The point is, it can hold all my stuff without ladening my oversized pants down or dropping it. You really want me to drop almost $300.00 worth of scanner?"
"...Hmph"
I went to the library book sale today. I got a book on German, almost 2 inches thick, a college Phsycology book that's just as big, then I got a small book that I was really pleased to find. It's entirely written in German, and it looks like poetry. I plan to start translating tommorrow. XD. I also got a book on prescription medicines, and one on the evils of the US Government. It's called 'Harrassing our People- the IRS and Government abusing their powers' by a congressman. I'll put specific titles when I have the books next to me.
Yay.