Journal of a Cynic


2/26/99

Woke up with a scratchy throat today. bad thing. It will not dominate me; I will not be dragged down by the evil cold. It means nothing.

Started doing the copying for all the bands today and it turned out to not be so bad. One piece for ‘Pus Band was a small ensemble piece, only about half as much work. Two pieces for Concert Band and the one for Wind Symphony were popular pieces and were already done. So I still have a few hours' worth of work to do. Put a notice in the library to see if anyone else felt like getting some hours, but the thing about the library is that I'm the only one who's held accountable. The others can all turn down work if they're too busy, but I'm the one in charge. And I said I'd never be middle management, what a crock.

I got information today concerning my commencement in May. I'm actually going to get a master's degree. I'm 23, working in retail, and becoming more overqualified by the minute. I'm not a snob or anything. But I do have to be at the store at 6 tomorrow, so I'm off to bed. Night night.

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