hope on the horizon

ha.
for those that caught it... that pun wasn't intended.


So, with the changes that are about to happen at work, I've been spending SO much time in my head trying to figure out how to make it work... how to make it work in a way I won't want to shoot myself after a month.

And I think I've got some things figured out. When I first left the monday-friday job, I had a plan in place that I never needed to put into action, but... I was a smart cookie and wrote it down. Mind you, I forgot about it and didn't even think of it till yesterday.

So, tonight I dig up what I've got written, tweak it a bit, and make the call tomorrow to see if it'll fly.
I'll let you know next week if it's all a go.

I wish I was brave enough to try one of my other ideas.
One of my friends has a simple sheet of paper taped to the frame of her living room door that says "what's the worst that could happen?"

If this plan doesn't work.. maybe... maybe I'll have to get brave.

where the bungalows roam....

Another snow storm.....
Another concert at the gallery...

I'm seeing a trend.

So last night I was REALLY really really looking forward to that concert. I (small case) love Jim Bryson... as in, if he's near by, I'll go see him... maybe even on my own. Last night was part of his forever ongoing release concerts for his most recent CD (also available on vinyl... too funny)

In all honesty... I didn't even "small case love" the concert. And that's a first for something held at the gallery... for me anyway.

But, see I liked the music, I even liked the other artist's music.. I just didn't really like HER. She kinda ruined it for me. She had this - I don't know - bipolar attitude about the evening that just left me confused, and pulled the life out of the non-music portions of the evening. One minute saying how she loved the laid back attitude of the space... and the next out rightly complaining that we were an unresponsive audience (not really true, she just thought she was really sarcastically funny... and every joke sort of died.. because, well, it wasn't a joke, more of a comment with raised inflection at the end to make it sound like a question.) Then there was this weird unprofessional attitude ownership of the space, yelling at the host over the mic to get things for her... it just left me uneasy.

Jim himself was quirky as usual, but low key... But I didn't care. Because I "small case love" Jim Bryson.