Rumors of my demise... ...have been greatly exaggerated. But seriously, folks...
You do know how very concerned I was, right? And that I'll forgive you not calling because of this very long post... but I was WORRIED! Cause you dropped off face of earth!
So the St. Patrick's gig was amazing. Lovely, lovely place to see - not as lovely to sing in as I might have expected. In spite of being enormous and very live, one feels very much as if one is singing entirely alone, even in the midst of a rather large group. Kinda scary. But a very good time was had, and we were well-received.
Oh GOD yes! SO hard to sing in. So alone. I haven't had that feeling when singing in an age... and I suspect that most of our group had never experienced it. Certainly the new member who stood in front of me never had... so she was standing as close to the person next to her as possible and blocking me. When I suggested she step over a bit she said "But I can't hear a thing" and it was my privilege (!) to tell her that it wouldn't matter if she were square in the middle of the group; she stil wouldn't hear anything or anyone.
I have made this soup before entirely from scratch - starting with chestnuts in shells. And if you've got somebody whose fingers are insensitive to pain to peel them for you, you might start that way too.
Why pain? You're supposed to blanch them first... put in boiling water, etc. Makes them WAY easier to peel. Just like you'd never peel a tomato without blanching first, cause you need some way to loosen the skin.
But I see no viable career path for myself at this company, because I insist on having a life in addition to a job, and eventually I think the powers that be at this company will count that against me.
Gah, do I remember that at the Corporate Finance job I had... I wanted a life, wanted to eat lunch out of the office, wanted to make sure I could take my (then) girlfriend to a doctor's appointment from which she couldn't drive home alone... and they held each and every one of those moments against me (going so far as to attempt to sabotage me the night of said doctor's appointment... handing me an assignment to do at 4:30 that would keep me there well past the 5 PM at which I needed to depart, but they'd partnered me with a woman for whom I had covered the proverbial butt several times already so I handed it off to her, with thanks, and got to watch the "Curses, foiled again!" look on the face of the junior partner who had attempted said sabotage).
Do have a life, dear one... you're entitled!
But do "phone home" occasionally, too, would you? That way I don't have to leave panicked voice mails for your husband.
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Date: 2005-02-09 03:23 pm (UTC)...have been greatly exaggerated. But seriously, folks...
You do know how very concerned I was, right? And that I'll forgive you not calling because of this very long post... but I was WORRIED! Cause you dropped off face of earth!
So the St. Patrick's gig was amazing. Lovely, lovely place to see - not as lovely to sing in as I might have expected. In spite of being enormous and very live, one feels very much as if one is singing entirely alone, even in the midst of a rather large group. Kinda scary. But a very good time was had, and we were well-received.
Oh GOD yes! SO hard to sing in. So alone. I haven't had that feeling when singing in an age... and I suspect that most of our group had never experienced it. Certainly the new member who stood in front of me never had... so she was standing as close to the person next to her as possible and blocking me. When I suggested she step over a bit she said "But I can't hear a thing" and it was my privilege (!) to tell her that it wouldn't matter if she were square in the middle of the group; she stil wouldn't hear anything or anyone.
I have made this soup before entirely from scratch - starting with chestnuts in shells. And if you've got somebody whose fingers are insensitive to pain to peel them for you, you might start that way too.
Why pain? You're supposed to blanch them first... put in boiling water, etc. Makes them WAY easier to peel. Just like you'd never peel a tomato without blanching first, cause you need some way to loosen the skin.
But I see no viable career path for myself at this company, because I insist on having a life in addition to a job, and eventually I think the powers that be at this company will count that against me.
Gah, do I remember that at the Corporate Finance job I had... I wanted a life, wanted to eat lunch out of the office, wanted to make sure I could take my (then) girlfriend to a doctor's appointment from which she couldn't drive home alone... and they held each and every one of those moments against me (going so far as to attempt to sabotage me the night of said doctor's appointment... handing me an assignment to do at 4:30 that would keep me there well past the 5 PM at which I needed to depart, but they'd partnered me with a woman for whom I had covered the proverbial butt several times already so I handed it off to her, with thanks, and got to watch the "Curses, foiled again!" look on the face of the junior partner who had attempted said sabotage).
Do have a life, dear one... you're entitled!
But do "phone home" occasionally, too, would you? That way I don't have to leave panicked voice mails for your husband.