Music and Shit

A few things before I crash into my bed -- it's been a long week, kids.

I bought the two new Bright Eyes cds tonight (only $10 at Borders) and I have to say that even with just a cursory listen, they are brilliant. And I'm trying really hard not to just be jumping on the bandwagon. Truth be told, if not for the media "blitz" of these albums this week I wouldn't know they were released. Of course I'd heard of Bright Eyes, but had never heard his music, so it was barely a blip on the radar. And I have an embarassingly short attention span. So I'm not quite the hipster I pretend to be; this time I was ignorantly above the underground. I'm learning.

And if you're wondering, "What media 'blitz'?" then that tells you what type of media I expose myself to. Chew on that.

Today was a shitty day. Probably my hardest day at work yet. Both of my bosses are in Jamaica, along with 75% of the home office, on a company conference. There is some loophole with our phone service where we cannot call Jamaica -- the story I heard was that there were too many crank calls to Mantego Bay or wherever and AT&T is exercising some tough love. I don't know if I buy that, but needless to say it makes my week difficult. Murphy's Law walked in the door and gave me the finger. Some jackass broker called me up this morning, was rude, and demanded a quote in two hours that usually takes two weeks -- in the best of circumstances, of which these are not -- and when I said that this would be nearly impossible, threatened that if I did not come through the client would take away their (large) domestic business from Health Care, which is a wholly separate division. It was a frenetic couple of hours and made me for the first time see my bosses' jobs. I definitely don't want this to be my career -- if I had ANY doubts before today, this sealed it.

On top of that Mary and Jeff left today and that is a major bummer. It'll be strange, though it wasn't like I was spending that much time with them until lately. Funny, the late-surge of togetherness will make me miss them more. Actually, that's not funny at all.

I should have known what the devil had in store for me when this morning one entire end of the Q-tip got stuck in my ear cavity. You should've seen my face -- I did because I was in front of the mirror. I have never had a Q-tip break like that, like the cotton swab was attached to the bar in a haphazard manner by a disgruntled employee at the factory. Or, perhaps, by a child.