irst things first,
a report on my progress for the weekend.
Practice my new trombone. I actually did this, for a few minutes
at least. This is one of the reasons I can’t wait until we get a house.
I can’t help but wonder every time I get one of my musical instruments
out, what the people upstairs are thinking. Maybe they think I’m watching
"The Music Man" on TV.
Play around with my keyboard. I did this, too, but this is easier
because it comes with headphones. I still can’t get it to work correctly
with my computer, though. Whenever I try to record new parts, all of the
old parts stutter when they play back. Or even more annoying, all the different
sounds I programmed end up sounding like piano – even the drums (when the
thing starts going "pling pling PLING pling pling pling PLING pling" instead
of a rock beat, I just want to throw the whole setup out the window).
Polish my trumpets. Didn’t happen. That would have actually involved
scrubbing, which needs some muscle behind it, something I try to avoid
at all costs.
Get in some exercise. Didn’t happen. See above. Although, to
be fair, I did try to restart my diet yesterday; I’m tying to limit myself
to 2000 calories, which, according to my calorie counter book, means I
should lose about 2 to 3 pounds per week. It doesn’t seem possible, since
2000 calories is still plenty of food, and since I’ve tried this several
times before and never lost a pound yet. But this time I’m determined.
Upgrade my computer. Didn’t happen. I hate electronics
stores. Circuit City never has anything in stock, although they usually
have more employees than customers, and those employees proceed to buzz
around you like flies on rotting meat. CompUSA was just as bad. I think
I’ll try to order all of my upgrades over the internet from now on.
Upgrade this web page. Didn’t happen, as you can see, since I
haven’t even uploaded last week’s entries yet. My batting average is definitely
going down, isn’t it?
Make some new Minidiscs. Didn’t happen. The portable Minidisc
player I have has been acting up lately – depending on which direction
you hold it, the thing skips. Now that doesn’t make sense, because you’re
supposed to be able to shake-and-bake the thing and it should work fine,
but as usual, all of my technological gadgets are acting up on me. I think
they are plotting to kill me. Anyway, there’s no use making any Minidiscs
if I can’t really listen to them, so nothing here.
Watch a movie or two. Did this. I’m actually proud of it, too
– for as boring as my life may seem, I almost never sit down and watch
a movie. My flick-of-choice was "Mystery Men", kind of a spoof on the superhero
genre. Very funny.
Get a haircut. Nope. I still look like a scrub.
Clean out my filing cabinet. Well, I got about two-thirds of
the way there. It took me hours to get that far. If anyone knows why I
have kept phone bills from 1996, please tell me.
Clean out my closet. I didn’t do this, either, but to be honest,
I don’t think it really needed it. I just dumped a bag of clothes off at
the Salvation Army a couple of weeks ago, and my closet hasn’t gotten that
cluttered since then.
Find a job. Ah, here’s a tough one. I think I've mentioned
that I've signed up with a headhunter. Since then, they've suggested
two jobs to me. The first one sucked. Just absolutely, without
debate sucked. I was embarrassed and insulted, and regretting
ever signing up with a headhunter in the first place. I was sure
that nothing was ever going to work out, that I'd be stuck in the same
dead-end job until I'd die (which wouldn't be far off, at this rate).
Then, just days later, he gives me another suggestion. This one was
much more interesting -- it's similar to what I'm doing now, it's with
a very reputable company, and the job duties sound much more interesting,
although not so far advanced that I wouldn't be able to handle it.
So, for those of you who think I'm hopeless and have no life, well, you're
right. But at least I still have a chance at finding another job.
