Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Say That Again


I thought I was going to be busy at work this week, but I am not. In fact, I haven't had any assignments at all for two days running...Tuesday usually brings some menial tasks, but not this week. The company is being sold- Friday is the sale date- and things seem to be in a state of flux at the moment.

Yesterday we had a cake-laden "awards ceremony" which I think was designed to help settle employee nerves as the transition looms- I was happy to see that the big $500 prize went to the girl in the Mail Room but I wasn't so thrilled about the announcement that a significant number of temps have been hired on to full, benefited positions and that I was not one of them-I really could use some health insurance. I am beginning to think that the next doctor I see will be a coroner.

Today brought another "reward"- at 11 o'clock an Ice Cream Truck pulled up outside and we were all given tickets that we could exchange for frozen treats. I believe this was meant as a morale booster, but it had the opposite effect on the employees who are struggling with obesity (approximately 2/3rds of the office): "OMG, I had cake yesterday, there is no way I can eat ice cream today, I'm getting sooo fat..."

On the positive side, having ice cream at 11:15 AM should decrease one's lunchtime appetite- unless one is me, that is. My Nutty Buddy just made me hungrier, which sucks because I was too busy to pack lunch last night and I have no money until payday.

I did find a part-time job yesterday- I'll be doing sound at the coffeehouse that shares the building with the radio station, which should put a few shekels into my escape fund. Experience has taught me to be cautious when placing eggs or other breakable goods (i.e., hearts) into musical baskets...the club could be pretty cool if the new owners are willing to invest a little money in equipment and soundproofing, but as it stands they don't have enough gear to properly facilitate a live musical act of any kind...Saturday I am going to set up decent, albeit jerry-rigged, sound system and, if all goes well, offer to sell/lease my gear to the club. I store some of my surplus equipment at the radio station, which is very convenient, but the only time I use it is when I do live music on-air , so if I can liquidate it, so much the better...it will put me that much closer to realizing my dream of owning furniture.
We had a really fun band in the studio last night, it was a family string-band (Mom,Dad and two daughters), they were joined by one of the daughter's students...all the women were barefoot and wearing short summer skirts, which added a nice visual element to what is usually a strictly audio experience...I watched with prurient interest as one girl's toes curled whenever she played her fiddle solos- most men would pay good money to spend two hours in a roomfull of toe-curling nubile fiddlers but I got to do it for free, so maybe things aren't so bad after all...

7 comments:

yellowdog granny said...

did you ask them why you didn't get asked to be full time...my daddy always said the squeaky wheel gets oiled first...good luck with your job..

Sling said...

WoW!..Deja vu.
Thanks for the toe culing fiddler chick visual. :)

Donnnnn said...

I would keep suggesting ways and solutions to make the sounds sound better..
because that creates the atomosphere..
the ambience...
the vibe...
and if the acoustics improve so will everything else including your INPUT.

angel said...

"toe-curling nubile fiddlers " eh...
love your work dude!

Enemy of the Republic said...

Where did you get that cartoon? I WANT IT! But I won't take it.


Do you find the job to be low-stress?

Allan said...

JS- I didn't get asked because they wait at least a year before hiring temps. That's too long.

Sling- I'm not the only dirty old man on Blog, eh?

Donn- The room has the worst acoustics possible and the owner told me, without irony :"the acoustics in here are great!"...not a good sign.

Angel- Wish I had brought my camera...

E- I made it. It's on the way to you.
I find the tenuous nature of temp work to be very, very stressful, regardless of the actual tasks.

whimsical brainpan said...

It'll all work out. Congrats on the sond gig!