That which does not kill you makes you snarky

[slipjig3]

So just how bad a day was yesterday? Allow me to enumerate, if I may:

1) The stomach flu. Gack. Only threw up once, but I felt like Wile E. Coyote-meets-canyon-floor for most of the day. I actually called in sick for the first half of my split shift, which I haven't done in many moons. Kristi generously chased the yard apes while I napped for a few hours, interrupted only occasionally by Nurse Abbey waking me up to offer me sympathy and stuffed animals, and to tell me, "If you need anything, call me." It turned out to be a 24-hour number, but it left me less well-equipped to deal with:

2) The tire that I've been occasionally adding air to turned up dead-bang flat; Dad-in-Law spotted the screw sticking out of it that I'd been missing for weeks. The sweet man actually removed the tire, drove it down to Glens Falls to get it patched, then put it back on (swearing only intermittently, at least from what I could hear from inside the house). I owe him big time. Speaking of owing:

3) Around the same time as the Fun with Flats Smile-Hour, I tried to locate the two checks totalling $185 that I needed to deposit, and failed. This meant doing something desperate: letting Kristi know that I'd lost them so she could help me look. Leave it to her to find them in the pocket of my bag that I'd stuck them in so I wouldn't lose them. Sigh... (I do wish she wouldn't look at me like that. It hurts.)

4) I actually did go back into work for the second half of my shift (which started a half-hour earlier than I thought it did, which meant a cartoon-style mad dash out the door). I really just wanted to put my feet up and get through the three-point-five hours on the boards with a minimum of effort. Unfortunately, no one alerted my customers of this, because (a) there were a lot of them, and (b) they were all assholes. My kingdom for a working voodoo doll...

5) Hopefully, today will be better. I do have to work, but it's 9 p.m. to 3 a.m. You'd be surprised how many drunk, stupid people will call up the operator at midnight, just to wish them a Happy [insert expletive here] New Year. Should be something resembling fun.

Comments

[fiddledragon]

Well, hopefully having someone add you as a friend will make your day better. Don't remember how I found your journal - but with a name like slipjig I was bound to be intrigued :) Hi!

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Hiya! :) Many thanks for signing me on; do allow me to return the favor! And if you'll pardon me, I must take a brief moment to seethe with envy, as I must do whenever I am introduced to a Celtic fiddler: *seethe* Thank you. As you were. :) How are you? (As to how you got here: through kimberly_a, perhaps? Just a guess...)

[fiddledragon]

*nod* probably - I added her as a friend this morning too! It was one of my *very* rare moments of true LJ surfing - just clicking on various users and journals perusing and finding new and interesting people :)

No real reason to be envious on my behalf though - I play a passable Swallowtail Jig, and an OK Butterfly Jig - and a handfull of others, but I still very much consider myself in the beginning to intermediate range.

Though most Irish (most of the stuff I play is predominantly Irish when fiddling) stuff is pretty much relegated to the summer months through the end of September as I gear up for, and play, out at the MN Rennaissance Festival. The rest of the year is spent playing classical music with a local community based symphony orchestra. *laugh* and even *that* sounds more impressive than it is 'cuz I have a LONG way to go because I can truly consider myself fluent on the violin.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

...just clicking on various users and journals perusing and finding new and interesting people :)

Well, in my case, I can vouch for "new," anyway... (kimberly_a does qualify on both counts, though.)

And please, don't sell yourself short: being able to play anything on a violin is a worthwhile achievement; to be able to so as a performer is exceptionally so. It's on my Exceptionally Long List of Things That I Must Learn Someday Before I Fall Over Dead, somewhere among "sign language," "herbalism" and "tap dancing." How long have you been playing, by the by?

[fiddledragon]

heh - tap dancing and ballet are on my list not quite sure how far down though *laugh* - and definitely step dancing - have the social ceili part down - now to add slip jigs, solo/small group reels/jigs, etc., and hard shoe....*weg*

*shakes head and laughs*

I've been playing somewhere between 6 and 7 years. My husband bought me my first (and only for the moment) violin Christmas 1995...Have had a couple of teachers along the way. But I've played flute for 20 years, so that has definitely helped the instrument-aquisition process. It's only been in this past year that I've worked up the courage to perform regularly and primarily on violin.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Oooo, neat! Another flutist! That's about how long I've been playing, too, although I don't think I've touched the thing in about half a decade. (Can't pull off any decent tunes, though, except maybe "Star of Munster," and that's pretty hit-or-miss.)

[fiddledragon]

*rofl* oh gods, you DON'T want me playing anything other than a slow air on flute. *shudder* I think I'd been brainwashed by WAY too many years playing in the school band and such. Nope - flute gets strictly kept away from Irish music...Rennaissance dance music? Fine. Classical music? awesome. swing or ragtime? Just peachy. But for some reason my brain just does not comprehend Celtic music on a transverse flute. I've been able to play Britches Full of Stitches on penny whistle - and that seems to work well, but I can't for the life of me play it well on the flute. Go figure. There was a time when it worked, if I made it new agey or something like that, but haven't been able to do that in ages.