Today marks another one of my self-centered feeling-sorry-for-myself rants that ultimately serves no purpose other than letting me bitch about things that are probably quite easy to fix. Ready?
I saw an old family friend at my dad's birthday part last week. I'm not entirely sure what he does, but he works for the Pentacostal Assemblies of Canada and I was telling him and his wife about the difficulties I recently had with my previous church. I told them that I would like to get back to into the whole swing of things, and he told me to email him and he'd give me some details about a good church in town I can get in with. Still haven't done it yet. I'm still in one of my regular slumps where I do nothing but pine about things that are really not that big of a deal.
There are rumors of layoffs at my job this coming week. Not sure what it'll mean for me. On the one hand, I have a certain amount of protection because my dad's the COO. On the other hand, sometimes managers like to lay off certain people that they want to get rid of but can't justify firing. I really don't know if that'll happen. I hope not, but I sometimes get the feeling that when I was hired, it was implicitly understood that I would be swept under the rug and left alone. Some may think that's not too bad, but what the hell's the point of me being there?
Walking away with a lay-off package would be kind of nice though. I'd kind of like to travel around a bit, maybe get a new car and take a drive for a few months. Or fly to England and visit my sister and her husband. I know Jon's going to take some time off and travel around Asia, which I think is great. Who says you have to conform to everyone else's idea of how to live life?
Oh who am I kidding? I want to play drums. I want to be sitting in a crowded bar (which is kind of strange because I hate crowds) and have all the cute girls looking at me as I do my thing. How do I do that?
Well, I guess with my experience, I would go back to church and back in the saddle. Playing music is the only time in my life when I felt good about myself, like I was doing something that I could be proud of. Oh, I've been to University, I have my degree, I'm right now working towards getting my CCNA (oh shit, I have to study...), but all that has paled in comparison to how I felt about myself when I was on stage banging on the skins.
Damnit, I'm going to email John about that church.
There. Hope something comes of it.
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Need a hug? (okay that was my transparent excuse to get a handful of ass).
Ola just msg'd me - there are job openings at her friends place if your things fall through over at B.
Travel it up if you can, Dave. There's tons of cool stuff to do in England. I'm quite partial to Guildford if you're looking for cute girls. Otherwise, the old castles and countrysides are always nice for a change of pace.
Anyway, cheer up Dave. There's a t-shirt logo sitting on my kitchen counter with your name (and face) on it.
Hey man, grab handfuls of ass while you can. It's not going to last forever. Just stay the hell away from mine.
Ya, I wouldn't be too worried about finding a job again if things don't work out. Calgary's got the hottest job market in the country right now, so finding something shouldn't be too hard.
We gotta get together this week. I'd love to see that shirt print.
Thanks for the ear.
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