Friday, February 26, 2010

Week one be done

The job continues on swimmingly.  Everyone should be lucky enough to have some experience working (for pay) at something that doesn't feel like work.  I get more than 10 people's share of that by getting paid to play my instrument, on such occasions as I'm given the opportunity.  This job isn't quite so unfettered, but it's pretty close.  The people are fun to be around and everyone's helpful and interested in having a fair amount of fun.  There are episodes of work that occasionally break out -- there is a business trying to be run -- but when I can take a few minutes to watch one videos of one of the hornsmiths boxing matches or trade bon mot with the woodwind tech, it's approximately awesome.

Monday, February 22, 2010

My Third (or First) Day

I kept my hands busy, which is basically what I was hoping for.  Also nothing caught on fire.  Well, some things did, but nothing that wasn't *supposed to* caught on fire.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Chapter (N+1)

Were I writing the autobiography today, I wouldn't have any idea where yesterday would fall, chapter-wise.  I do know that tomorrow will be the first line in the next chapter.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Rite of Package

I live in a set of condos that has 20-odd buildings surrounding a "club house" containing the pool, exercise room, and management offices.  Most frequented by me is the mail room, where I have my own lock box, indistinguishable from the scores of others save for a small number.  These boxes are small and only nicely shaped boxes -- say, the size of a DVD case -- can fit comfortably inside.  Even then, there'd better not be any other mail.

Larger packages that get delivered by the US postal service get shuffled away to a little room by the office.  For the years I've lived here, fetching a package was as easy as stopping by the office during business hours.  Upon my return after the holidays, there was a sign on the mail room door: "Beginning January 4, packages can only be picked up between 4 and 6pm weekdays."  Kind of inconvenient for me, seeing as how I now had to think carefully about when to pick up my package rather than just toddling over whenever the spirit moved me.  Ah well.

At the start of this week, a new sign appeared.  "Beginning March 4, packages will no longer be accepted by the office."  Gee, that stinks.  I assume that means I'll now get a colorful piece of paper left in my mailbox, letting me know I have a package that can be picked up a specific local mail branch at such and such a time.  UPS and FEDEX drivers tend to stop by my individual unit door, so those packages won't be effected -- unless I happen to not be home.

Is it really so tedious to handle packages for residents?  I guess it must be.  I figured having a set time to pick up packages was a good solution, consolidating all the requests to a specific period instead of having people trickle in throughout the day.  It's even the maintenance man who does it, not the apparently-overworked front office lady.  But no.  This must be what it's like for people who grind their teeth and say "Things used to be nice here.  Gas used to be a nickel!"

This is relevant to me because a package I ordered got delivered today to the office.  I missed the pickup deadline because of lessons.  Tomorrow, I could be at the office at 8am, but they're no longer giving out packages at that time.  And I'll most likely miss the package hours again tomorrow.  Good thing I don't have anything going on during the hours on Friday.  I'll have to make sure I don't take a nap at the wrong time.  If I do, it'll be Monday before I can nab it.  

Friday, February 12, 2010

The Daily Show is Awesome

The first three minutes of this are spectacular.  Modern politics has learned nothing from what Admiral Ackbar has said!

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Google Buzz Scuttlebutt

At the heart, the only thing the Internet is really for is connection between people.  It's a way to bridge far differences between people -- either geographic or cultural -- and allow them to stand shoulder-to-shoulder.  This allows you to show your bank money to the book dealer to get stuff remotely, allows you to show the pictures from your vacation to your Pittsburgh-dwelling brother remotely, and allows you to receive group reinforcement from the group of people who have the same weird ideas as you do.

I've started a group to canonize Betty White and already have 137 followers!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Politics and Parsley

I was making oatmeal for myself this morning while I was listening to an excerpt from a political commentary show.   I reached into my spice cabinet and grabbed the cinnamon to add a few shakes just as the anchor (MSNBC's Rachel Maddow) was making her point.  While she was reaching her rhetorical crescendo, I was 99% paying attention, leaving me with 1% of my brain devoted to slowly unscrewing the cap.

I'd like to take a moment to say how grateful I am that my Italian Herb blend (in the same bottle shape as the cinnamon) contains a healthy batch of oregano and basil.  The smell immediately shocked my senses and made me aware that I was mere angular degrees away from making oatmeal alla toscana

The engrossing video after the break.  Contains a healthy dose of political opinion, so avoid it if you don't care for such dishes.

Thursday, February 04, 2010

Flights of Fancy

In previous years, the spring contest involving U.S. brass bands has been held in Danville, KY.  This contest, operated by NABBA (North American Brass Band Association) has this year decided to start roaming around as a way of diversifying and "getting the message out".  The spring 2010 meeting, coming up in April, is in Raleigh, North Carolina.

And last night I bought my airline tickets.

Monday, February 01, 2010

Not-so Top Billing

I'm not a confrontational person, on the whole.  It takes quite a bit of incompetence to get me riled up enough to react.  This is the story of what happened over the last weekend and culminating today that pissed me off.