nomadic misadventures
This is the story of my insane week. But to properly appreciate it, you need a little backstory . . .
Over Christmas break two different churches offered me organ jobs. One of them I refused (it didn't pay enough to be worth the time), and the other I tentatively accepted . . . but then it was unoffered (their organist changed her mind about retiring).
So when my employer at my receptionist job offered more hours, I took them. This put me at 19 hours/week, plus 13 hours of classes, plus a 1 1/2 hour commute every day. Which pretty much means I have no life, because whenever I'm not at work, in class, or driving to one of the above, I'm practicing.
Anyway, this Wednesday I woke up feeling awful, and ended up skipping work and my first class. After a little extra sleep I decided I could make it to my other two classes, so I braved the finally-seasonable weather (nasty rain with a little ice mixed in), and drove to class.
Some things are better unbraved.
I ended up with a flat tire and a bent wheel. And I missed my class.
Then I got an email informing me that my scholarship was in danger--because I had failed to fulfill a requirement that no one had told me about. I did make it to my last class of the day; but since this is the class where the professor doesn't care if you skip, and routinely leaves the classroom after 5 minutes to get coffee, it was kind of a waste of time.
I made it home without further incident . . . finished my homework . . . brushed my teeth . . .
. . . and realized I had a random wisdom tooth coming in.
Yeah, not a happy day. Thursday, though, I got a call from the church that had unoffered me the job. Apparently their organist changed her mind (again!), and is actually retiring. So I agreed to play a week from Sunday, and then sit down and discuss things with them. Then the other church called, wanting to talk to me about my concerns and see if we could negotiate a salary.
Only trouble is, I don't have time to take either job now, because of the aforementioned crazy schedule. (When I was considering it back during break, I thought I'd be working maybe 10 hours/week.) I could drop a class, but that would make me a part-time student, and my scholarship would disappear. Permanently. To keep the scholarship, though, I have to join an ensemble--which I also don't have time to do, because of the same crazy schedule.
So the long weekend? Very much my friend right now. And I'm really hoping one of the organ jobs works out, because dropping a class and making more money is looking like the best of my possible worlds. Might even let me move to Rivertown, and end my days as a nomad . . . which would simplify my life exponentially.
Hugs to all my faithful readers . . . I miss you. Lots.
Over Christmas break two different churches offered me organ jobs. One of them I refused (it didn't pay enough to be worth the time), and the other I tentatively accepted . . . but then it was unoffered (their organist changed her mind about retiring).
So when my employer at my receptionist job offered more hours, I took them. This put me at 19 hours/week, plus 13 hours of classes, plus a 1 1/2 hour commute every day. Which pretty much means I have no life, because whenever I'm not at work, in class, or driving to one of the above, I'm practicing.
Anyway, this Wednesday I woke up feeling awful, and ended up skipping work and my first class. After a little extra sleep I decided I could make it to my other two classes, so I braved the finally-seasonable weather (nasty rain with a little ice mixed in), and drove to class.
Some things are better unbraved.
I ended up with a flat tire and a bent wheel. And I missed my class.
Then I got an email informing me that my scholarship was in danger--because I had failed to fulfill a requirement that no one had told me about. I did make it to my last class of the day; but since this is the class where the professor doesn't care if you skip, and routinely leaves the classroom after 5 minutes to get coffee, it was kind of a waste of time.
I made it home without further incident . . . finished my homework . . . brushed my teeth . . .
. . . and realized I had a random wisdom tooth coming in.
Yeah, not a happy day. Thursday, though, I got a call from the church that had unoffered me the job. Apparently their organist changed her mind (again!), and is actually retiring. So I agreed to play a week from Sunday, and then sit down and discuss things with them. Then the other church called, wanting to talk to me about my concerns and see if we could negotiate a salary.
Only trouble is, I don't have time to take either job now, because of the aforementioned crazy schedule. (When I was considering it back during break, I thought I'd be working maybe 10 hours/week.) I could drop a class, but that would make me a part-time student, and my scholarship would disappear. Permanently. To keep the scholarship, though, I have to join an ensemble--which I also don't have time to do, because of the same crazy schedule.
So the long weekend? Very much my friend right now. And I'm really hoping one of the organ jobs works out, because dropping a class and making more money is looking like the best of my possible worlds. Might even let me move to Rivertown, and end my days as a nomad . . . which would simplify my life exponentially.
Hugs to all my faithful readers . . . I miss you. Lots.
Labels: nomadic misadventures, organ, skiving, work
posted by erendis nasard at 6:05 PM
7 Comments:
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...and decrease your hours at the other job.
I hope it all works out. and I miss you too. I will try to come home before too long...... and you should come see me. I have some nice musical events coming up that you could attend if you want.
Dude that week sucked! I am really sorry. However I totally think that you should take the job and drop a class and move to Columbus. That would be sweet. And Glim is right you should totally come visit.
Bummer about the week. If you lived closer, we'd have you over for happy drinks and sympathy.
And speaking of totally-come-visiting, everybody who has blogged or commented here should totally-come-visit some other people (and I know they would, if it were possible) because some other people miss the commenting and blogging people every now and then.
aw... well I miss you guys too. maybe I'll come visit this summer, I'm definitely considering it. happy drinks sounds nice.
I also am sorry that you had a rotten week, and I also extend the invitation. I am sure that one of the churches up here could use an organist... but I am also sure that they would pay a whole lot less. Oh well.
There is only one possible solution to such a week: Come run away to Europe with me :-) I'm sure Hannah could put us up for a while, until we figure out the meaning of life, or at least our destination :-)
Wow, that sounds really icky. Car troubles and bad weather are wretched. I hope you have a better week.
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