Today's been incredibly busy. I know that I've mentioned before how there seems to be an inverse relationship between corporate rank and handwriting legibility; I'd like to add to that the following:
1. The higher the ranking, the more inane/arcane shit they ask you to do. For example, the guy I'm working for today doesn't type his own e-mails - he dictates them. Speaking of which, see #2...
2. The higher the ranking, the more they mumble when they're giving dictation. This guy handed me this morning's tape of e-mails to type, and my ears couldn't believe what they were hearing. I mean, I caught maybe 1 word out of every 4. And then I have to hand this guy this ridiculous "transcription", to which he then makes absurd changes to. The whole process between him mumbling into his dictaphone and my actually sending out the finished e-mail (which was exactly 3 sentences long, saying that a certain document did not need any more revisions) took exactly 1 hour and 48 minutes.
3. The higher the ranking, the less they know what the hell is going on. This guy hands me a huge pile of stuff that he wants filed. Some of the papers are just chicken-scratch notes that bear no relation to the English Language; some of them are unmarked folders with nothing in them, making the process of filing them totally ridiculous; etc. ad infinitum. I feel bad for this guy's regular secretary, because she's gonna have a shitload of filing to do when she gets back - I'm not going anywhere NEAR this stuff.
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I was desperate to spend money last night after work, and I caved horribly to those impulses. However, it was a lot more difficult than I'd like; none of the software stores I went to carried either Serious Sam OR Wizardry 8, and none of the record stores I went to carried the new Microphones album. Other Music STILL doesn't carry the Appleseed Cast records, which is just mindblowing. I ended up going to (gulp) Tower, where I finally located "Low Level Owl 2" and:
1. De La Soul, Mosiac Thump 2
2. Avalanches, Since I Left You
3. Strokes, Is This It
I'll admit that I finally caved in w/ the Strokes. I was too curious; it was on sale. It's not bad, actually - it's certainly not the ground-breaking, jaw-dropping, make-in-your-pants-amazing album that I never thought it would be, but I'll give it this - it does fucking rock, and it's a fun record to listen to. The bass line in the first song is great, you gotta admit.
What else, what else... oh yeah. I IMed with my stepbrother yesterday afternoon; he's getting frustrated with his current musical situation (he said something like "I've gotta talk to you about this music thing... I'm starting to think it's better as a hobby"), but he's still looking forward to working on something in the first week of March. That's great, actually, as it gives me time to work out what I want to do, and to maybe even write one or two new songs for it. My mind has been buzzing with concepts and ideas recently - no lyrics, no music even, but there's definitely some places that I want to explore when I get back from Florida.
Florida... vacation... Saturday... airplane.