It’s time. Really.

It’s time I got some new subjects in here. I don’t know if anyone even reads this thing, but if they do, it’s gotta be darned repetitive. Work sucks, need a band, work sucks, need a band, work sucks, need a band…

So, where does that leave me? Commentary on the state of the world? There are plenty of people better informed doing that already. Conspiracy theories? Fun, but again, the world has better options for that. Fiction? This isn’t the format for that.

I need to learn what my niche is. If not for the 3 people who may end up reading this, for myself. If I’m going on a job hunt, I need to know for what I should be looking.

I enjoy writing, but I don’t do so well without some direction. I’m creative, but mostly with my playing. I’m extremely organized, which I feel is an excellent trait, but it’s rather useless in and of itself. I’m not a social person by nature.

This requires more thought. I won’t make you read my meanderings while I contemplate.

Meh.

With a title like that, you’re just dying to read this, aren’t you?

Well, I really have no topic of conversation for today, just thought I’d write a bit and get things caught up. Again.

Still no word on the bike. There was a big burglary bust near our neighborhood the other day, but it doesn’t look like it was our guy. I have a feeling our guy was a pro and the bike is long gone. *sigh* What can you do?

We did get a new bike last weekend. Nothing special, just an 80’s Raleigh, but it’ll do the trick for now. Sure, I’d love to go buy my wife some 3-ounce road bike with all the trimmings, but we both decided that saving up to buy a house was more important at this point.

This weekend’s audition was a bust. Decent folks, everything went wll, I just didn’t feel like it was something I could really get excited about. This whole band thing is really starting to wear me down… I know I need to keep my standards high or I’ll just be disappointed, but I’m also getting really itchy to just freakin’ play.

Funny side note… I was cruising the classifieds on the web (MySpace, CityPages, Craigslist…) and came across an interesting ad. Apparently, A certain member of my last band is re-forming it, and he’s auditioning drummers. I’m trying really hard not to be bitter or anything, so I’ll say it here: best of luck to you.

So, a parting thought for now: where can a bass player go to find a band that’s worth a damn? I mean, really. I don’t think I’m being that picky.

Anybody got a spare house?

So, we really need to move. Like, yesterday. I’m so fed up with our building’s management.

Last night, someone broke into the garage. They stole one of our bikes. They also got someone’s motorcycle. We also suspect there were other bikes taken. I haven’t even gotten a call back yet from the management.

The one consolation this time is that it’s not just us, and maybe with another voice or two in the chorus, we’ll finally be heard.

We’ve been planning to move. We want to buy a house. It’s hard to save up a down payment when shit like this keeps happening.

I think it’s time that I face the inevitible: I have to start working a lot of overtime so that we can make some financial headway. It’s not a pleasant thought, but I can make so much more money working overtime than I ever could with a second job that it’s the only reasonable way to increase my income.

Grrrrrrrrrrr…

Catching Up

It’s been a week and a half since I’ve written anything… I suppose it’s about time I got caught up, eh?

Unfortunately, there’s not that much to report. I’ve been busy, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s been interesting.

For one thing, work picked up the last couple of weeks, as you may have noticed from my last few entries. I think I can say that it was legitimately busy, not just because of the massive incompetence. We also started our new rotating second shift schedule crap a couple weeks ago. So now, instead of the usual 8:30-5 schedule, I now work 10-8 on Tuesdays. But every 4th Tuesday I still work 8:30-5. Confused? We all are.

Wait. Crap. I said I would avoid complaining about work here.

OK, one quick story, then I’ll leave it alone. This is just too funny not to share with whoever may actually be reading this.

So, I have a coworker. Let’s call her “Bitchy Moron.” BM has a nickname. It’s one she gave herself. Over 4 years ago. It’s a real word in fairly common usage. Today, she asked me how to spell it, because she couldn’t even get close enough for spell-check to recognize it.

This is what I have to deal with all day. So at least you understand how much restraint it takes for me not to sit here and just vent my spleen all day.

Let’s go back to the band thing for a while. I’m not exactly sure where I left off in my storytelling, but since it’s the same thing over and over, it doesn’t really matter. I wonder if this is how Tolkein felt about halfway through “Two Towers”?

I thought I was really close to having something going with a promising new band, but it fell through, rather at the last minute. Not to worry though, there are plenty of other options. More e-mails, phone calls, auditions… at least I’m learning some new material, stretching out a bit that way.

I had an audition on Saturday, which ended up being a 3-hour show. Yup, that’s right, I auditioned at the bar and played the rest of the show. I think it’s safe to say that this was not quite the “professional” act for which I’ve been searching. It was fun in it’s own way, but not something I could do regularly.

Funny side note on that one… I somehow managed to look up the bar online and find a website that had the address wrong. It’s amazing how much difference “North” and “South” can make in an address. Fortunately, Minneapolis is a fairly accessible city, and I was able to correct the mistake in under a half hour.

I have another audition set up for next weekend. Here’s hoping!

What else? We went for a lovely sushi dinner with E & Ty on Sunday. I have to admit, Sushi Tengo is really growing on me. I wasn’t too fond of it when they first opened, preferring Fuji-Ya. As much as Tengo has improved, Fuji-Ya has slipped, making for an easy choice.

E turned us on to some special tuna, the name of which escapes me at the moment, but man was that good! It had this great zingy light oily flavor that just sorta danced on your tongue. They also added lobster to the menu… not quite what I was expecting, but it was pretty tasty.

Otherwise, it’s just been a lot of housekeeping for me lately. Mailing bills, washing dishes… I think this weekend may include cleaning out the fridge. Exciting stuff, I know… I can feel your jealousy. At the opposite end of the spectrum, my folks should be hopping on a plane for Scotland any minute now. That sounds way more fun. But, I may have a bottle of Scotch heading my way out of the deal, so that’s not all bad.

I think I’ll stop there for now. If this day doesn’t pick up soon, I’d say you can expect more rambling later.

Well…

Well, things did not turn out according to plan this weekend. I’m a little bummed, a little apathetic, and really sleepy. I’m trying to find that inner spark that says “keep going!” despite a series of setbacks.

A good night’s sleep might help things.

Moving on, I’m trying to kill some time here. It’s a really slow day for me. I’ve already cleaned my desk pretty thoroughly and caught up on all my favorite websites. I thought a little blogging action might just do the trick, but I’m having trouble focusing, what with the lack of sleep and utter boredom.

Maybe I’ll try again later.

Quittin’ time quickie

OK, I’m about to leave work. I’m expecting a phone call tonight. Keep your fingers crossed.

In other news, my wife and I are very excited to have the evening free. In about two minutes, we’ll both be free from work, school & all other obligations for about 16 hours. How freakin’ cool is that?

Oh yeah… I finally changed my web hosting to BlueHost.com. So far, so good. I’ve already gotten better customer service than I ever did with my old company (NoMonthlyFees.com… STAY AWAY!) Of course, I’m new, which probably helps. We’ll see.

PS — Cherry Almond Cliff Bars are delicious.