Tour buses and tractor trailers
i love martin freeman’s partner
From time to time (especially now since hockey season is long gone), it’s easy to forget that I work in an arena.
Today, I could barely get into the parking lot because of all the trucks and tour buses.
I had to flash my staff ID at a security guard so I could get into the building.
FUCKING!!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!
I have no idea who the bands are that are playing tonight, but I heard their sound checks. Oh, sorry, “line checks”. The data sheet from the producer was very clear that they weren’t doing sound checks. Dunno. They sound about the same to me. Anyhoo… The acts are classified as EDM (electronic dance music, whatever the fuck THAT is), so we can’t sell alcohol. This type of music brings out the “Molly” (or X for us old farts) users, so we keep them hydrated. Lots of water located around the arena and nothing else available. Fascinating.
On Friday, we’re playing host to “The Justin Bieber of Country Music”. His show starts early and there’s a pre-show meet and greet which means that early Friday afternoon (3-ish?), shit’s going to get CRAZY.
Teen aged girls running amok in my building. Being teen aged girls.
Fucking. Awesome.
Seriously though, I love my job like I can’t even put into words.
When I interviewed, I asked what the vacation time was like and I was told I get 365 vacation days… I seriously thought he was joking, but I love what I do and where I do it so much that every day is like a vacation day. No false advertising there!
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I’m halfway through my Ukie lessons.
That’s both good and bad. I’m still struggling to learn what I feel are basic concepts (nouns, verbs, adjectives, pronouns) because they have different spellings determined by gender and case. It’s a hard language to learn, and as I’m fond of saying, the Cyrillic alphabet is adding a new level of complexity.
*sigh*
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There’s a new all-age drum corps starting up this year. I was interested in joining it, but I cant be bothered to fill out the paperwork and send it in.
I guess that means that I’m not as interested in joining as I thought I’d be.
I’ve been thinking about starting up my work outs again, but I don’t want to pay for the trainer and I’m not going to the gym. (I’m too self-conscious and awkward to be comfortable at the gym.)
I’ve been thinking about starting fencing again, but I don’t want to compete, so what’s the point?
I looked into grad schools again.
I don’t know what I want right now…
All I know is that I’ve got a bad case of wanderlust and nowhere I really want to wander to.
*sigh*