I’m not certain how my schedule is going to be when I start my new job, so don’t be surprised if I start putting up entries at night. I’m busy putting together training folders here, since I promised I’d finish that project before I left. I’m a sucker, honestly. But I’ve been promised a gift if I do manage to complete them, so perhaps it’s not just out of the kindness of my heart.
Everyone in my office is at an all employee meeting. I’m not invited, because I’m leaving in a week. So here I sit, answering the phones.
Apparently, my supervisor announced my imminent departure at the staff meeting, because I’ve had people congratulating me on my good sense. There was an interlude with a man, here to see security files, calling up his mother on his cell phone to ask her what she wanted for dinner. I learned more about that man in five minutes than I’ve learned about most of my coworkers in the past two years.
Oh, scream with me if you think the current Nedstat setup sucks. Shades of urine yellow, orange, and burnt maroon? Attractive.
So, my week-end. We did the practice thing, went out with Jason and Aaron, I got to feel up Aaron’s hair, and we’re probably going to look into recording an E.P. sometime in the next month. The only point of contention at the moment is that Dirk wants to include his hit, “Feces Free Beef”. It’s such a happy sounding song, until you listen to the lyrics. Upbeat melody, etc.
Anyway, the major disagreement is over the fact that he wants to do it acoustic, by himself. Spare me. This isn’t the Dirk-blossom solo album. Anyway, we have to come up with a list of the five or six songs we’d each like to put on the E.P., and we’ll vote. I made certain that the list had to consist of songs already in our set list -- I was all for us doing six Aerosmith covers.
I managed to read all of the books Katie loaned Dirk, and was forced to find reading material of my own. I’m currently reading “Memoirs of a Geisha.” I don’t know, I seem to be drawn to books depicting or written by Asian females. Maybe it’s because the closest I’ve gotten to any Asian culture is the fact that I get sick if I don’t eat rice at least every other night. Oh, and the fact that I can fluently understand one of the Filipino dialects.
I reattached one of the speakers in my car. It had fallen into the trunk a while ago, and I’d put it off under the assumption that it would require to screws to hold in place. Not so; instead it was a simple mechanism involving slots and a wire that was snapped into place (much like a safety pin). I had to climb into the trunk itself to accomplish this, however, occasioning pseudo-witty comments from the couple across the street. It would seem that the have little to occupy themselves with outside of sitting in lawn chairs on their front porch.
I also cleaned out 12 years’ worth of debris from the trunk, including two economy-sized cans of beans (very rusty), three ears of dried corn (full of boll weevils), and baseball-style cap emblazoned with the logo of my grandfather’s business. There were other smaller, more disgusting things, and a bottle of power steering fluid had leaked, but those items are hardly worth mentioning. Needless to say, the trunk will have to be thoroughly vacuumed, and I am considering fumigation. There were cobwebs in there!
My mother wants to sign the car over to my name in July; that’s when it comes time to renew the insurance, and she wants me to put it in my name and get my own insurance. I’m sure you know that I’m perfectly amenable to this idea, although my preference would be sooner.
My back’s up to snuff again, luckily. I was afraid that pain would be a permanent thing. I still need to purchase normal dress shoes for the new job, and there’s oh-so-many little cosmetic things to be done, but I feel more confident now that I know I won’t have to start the new job trying not to move suddenly.
The irises are blooming on our front lawn. We have a bed along the west side of the lawn dominated by a crimson rosebush and an army of the iridescent violet flowers. At the edge of dusk, if you sit on the lawn and stare at them, it looks like nothing so much as a flock of ghostly butterflies hovering under a shower of red snowflakes. When I think of leaving home, it’s that oft-contemplated scene of tranquility that brings to mind any form of homesickness.
I hope your week-end went well.