so i’m sitting in the waiting room of the service department at mike haggerty volkswagen in oak lawn… bored out of my skull.
daytime television? ugh. am glad i brought an “Arrested Development” dvd to spend my time on, should someone move and grant me access to a chair near a power outlet so i can plug in instead of rapidly draining the battery with the dvd drive. the past two weeks have been insanely busy. running around and working and more running around and more working. tuesday-and-wednesday was effectively one work day; i went home tuesday at sixish, futzed around for a few hours, then at midnight got ready to go back to work, where i was in by 12:45 am in order to receive a part that had been couriered to us from texas to make the wednesday maintenance window. (i won’t ask, but i must say that i’m dying to know how much it cost to do that. i mean, fedex overnight isn’t cheap to start with… and this was the “we’ll pick it up and throw it on the very next flight out and have someone drive it directly there once the cargo is unloaded” courier service. i’m sure it cost more than the part was worth.) then we did a ton of shit during maintenance, with mirafolk on site, and for a delightful change in pace, we were up when maintenance ended. actually, we even completed early, slightly before seven, and maintenance ends at eight. so that was cool. also, my pager has finally stopped paging me about every four hours for two outstanding noncritical conditions, which it had been doing for, oh, two and a half weeks. i had gotten past the “driven batshit crazy” phase and well into “completely apathetic to the sound of my pager,” letting the pages pile up until i could do a “delete all” and blow away twelve of them at a time. in other news, i really need to come up with a vi macro that does J072lBiBrowsing Posts published by sabrina
i think i love this cd i just bought, Quelqu’un M’a Dit, by Carla Bruni. oui, c’est en français. she’s got such a beautiful voice.
I am a Japanese school teacher — an American man overseas teaching English to junior-high schoolers.
and a close second, via tang, Mr. T: Treat Your Mother Right. and enunciate clearly while you’re at it!i have dithered for simply hours whether to call this entry something along the lines of “a disappointing evening,” or to go straight to the point with a heartfelt “fuck the house of blues.”
so, last night. as alluded to, went to the house of blues for the handsome boy modeling school show, which was to start at 12:30 AM. not so much. i left at 0245, partly out of disgust at the venue, partly out of irritation at the main act for not having bothered to show up yet, partly out of annoyance at the drunken dumb ass twits (did i mention they were drunk? because they were!) behind me who had been tugging and yanking at my backpack and otherwise jostling me in a “more than expected when you’re crowded into the front of a standing-room only floor at a hip-hop show” manner, and partly because my feet fucking hurt after standing there for three fucking hours waiting for handsome boy to come out. seriously, i don’t know who is to blame more — the venue or the act — for the four goddamn warm-up acts, but by the time we were done with number four i’d say we were on our way to warmed-down. i mean, energy was high when they were on stage but as soon as they pulled the curtains again and dropped that goddamn projection screen to display ads for upcoming events, everybody was like, “oh.” and especially since their twenty-minute set came after a thirty-minute set change. it’s all right, i suppose, or at least less distasteful, to have two and a half hours of warm up after the posted show start time, when your show starts at like 7 or 8 or something, or you have damn seats for your concertgoers to sit in. if you’re running a post-midnight GA show, though? some of us have to work in the morning. some of us have to work at fucking four a.m.! so, yeah. i walked out. that’s the only time i’ve ever walked out of a show before seeing the main act i came to see. i’ve walked out of shows because people sucked, or because the act sucked, but this was a new one. it was kind of funny — at two a.m., during a set-change lull, i remarked to bill that i was going to have to leave at three, partly out of “will i get to see handsome boy at all before then?” and partly out of just saying so, so that he wouldn’t be mystified when i left if it was too loud to talk at 3 when, presumably, handsome boy would be on stage. he answered, “they’ll be on by three. right?” … i wonder how it turned out. i hope it was a good show and made all that waiting around worthwhile for those who stuck it out. i’m disappointed that i never got to see handsome boy, disappointed that i could have spent that $30 elsewhere. work went okay, though, so at least i was in bed asleep by 0530.
