mood: anxious

music: Blue Man Group: TV Song

Funny how I'm only ever bored enough to update this journal when I'm at work. At least it's not bloody freezing in this office like it was last Sunday night. The cold air blowing on me wouldn't let me sleep, so I eventually wandered up to an executive board room and napped for two hours in blessed silence, darkness, and relative warm-ness. If my boss is reading this, this is a joke. (Flash warning, Pix!)

Church is going well...even the music director, whom I had a semi-spat with when I first got there, seems to like me now. (He didn't like my choice of music.) There's been talk of putting me on the payroll, which would rock my world in a big way...no more being a rent-a-cop and getting no sleep. All is not rosy, however. I've been having major problems in one particular aspect of running sound...a Sunday-evening program called Celebrate Recovery. (Purpose implied in name.) It's weird, and frustrating in the extreme....I've run sound for both larger and smaller events, and I've never had problems as bad as these. For instance, tonight a mic, for no reason, just stopped working. Kapoot. Phantom power was on, the cables were connected and to my knowledge, good. It had worked before the service, and nobody but me touched the mixer. I reseated the cable, banged my head on the console, did the Hokey Pokey and turned myself around, but that stupid mic wouldn't work. And one mic isn't a big thing, it's a hundred little .things that make what should be my Magic Mixing Moments into a hellish, stressful time, like death from a thousand paper cuts. Every week something small won't work. I'll miss a cue, the stupid people won't step up to the cardioid microphones. (They're NOT long range, dangit! How many times do I have to tell them?), or the PowerPoint songs won't work. (Not really my fault, but I get blamed anyways.) A complete and total lack of practice or rehearsal further exascerates the situation. It's made the pastor for the program, who's already a bit...severe...completely lose faith in me, which sucks arse. I want nothing more than to provide him with a flawless, perfectly-smooth service, but something always seems to happen to prevent that. Ooooh, and another thing that annoys me...if anyone decides, out of the blue, that they want to sing or play that night, do you think they're told "No."? Of course not. It's always "We'll just hook up another mic for ya!", regaurdless of talent or ability. Then I get dirty looks when it sounds awful.

A few people have asked me to post my whole journal online. As in my physical, leather, Deep Dark Secrets journal. You know who you are. :-p There are a few reasons why I refuse. The first, is that that journal goes back a ways...quite a ways, in fact, to the point of losing any relevance to today. It's a journal, a history book, which is what it's for, but an online journal is usually meant to reflect current happenings in one's life, so I fail to see the point of wasting a whole day just to type four years worth of entries into LiveJournal. Second, the Deep Dark Secret thing. We all have them...those hidden fantasies that nobody else knows about, the lies and forbidden knowledge that you'll take with you to your grave. We've all got a few skeletons in our closets. Now, I'm paranoid, which pretty much ensures that I won't write out anything too personal, even in a journal which is in my direct posession. However, there's still enough that's personal and sensitive enough that I wouldn't put it here, which means that I'd have to censor my own journal, and then what fun would that be? Which brings me to why Thim's comment was deleted: that's not something I'd prefer to share with the whole world, Thim. :-p

And one last thing...my note system. It's based (Okay okay, ripped) from Pixel's old journal at OD. It goes like this:

New Entry Blah blah blah.

Name of Poster: Response to comment left in previous entry.

The End.

Previous Entry Blah blah blah.

The End.

Name of poster: comment.

I don't really like the forum-style thing for responding to comments...almost as much as I don't like this keyabord I'm using, the one missing a spring for the spacebar, which makes typing a pain.

Until next time, the only thing that Peavy makes that doesn't hiss, is mic clips.