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We didn't get released early yesterday for Columbus Day, so I released myself early instead. I got some bad news, and between that and the gorgeous weather I lost my will to work. So I pleaded illness and went home and had a swim and worked on the pool, then soaked in the hot tub 'til it was time to go to choir.
The application process for the new unit I'd like to work in is completely separate from the process to get into the pilot project. So I am competing against 50 or so people. There is only one shift I would consider working- Monday through Friday, 8am to 430pm. All the others are over both days of the weekend, or else the shifts start in the afternoon or late at night. They apparently will not allow part-timers to work in this unit at all. So, it's that shift or none, and I'm not even sure I want to work full-time even if they do offer it to me. And that's pretty unlikely, since it's the primo shift and when they rank all the applicants, number one gets first crack at their choice of shifts, and so on down the list. So I'd have to rank way up there to even be considered for it.
What a pisser. Hopes were raised then squashed. Bleh.
Choir wasn't too bad though. MIL didn't show up, and we did a lot of fine-tuning which wasn't spectacularly fun. Fine-tuning means singing the same 2 measures sixty seven times in a row and making sure you have the dynamics down. While necessary, it's sort of a bitch when you don't know the songs at all and haven't gone all the way through them at least a couple of times. But despite that, I still enjoyed myself. Everyone is very friendly and I feel very welcome and appreciated. Plus, I chatted up one of the supervisors who happens to sing here and she gave me some ideas to think about for getting out of the unit I'm in; who to talk to and what approaches I can take. Hope is in ICU but still kicking.
Afterwards, I wanted to watch something different so we got 'Hellboy' on pay-per-view. I wanted to like it, but it wasn't a really good story. I guess it's silly to complain about characters in a movie made from a comic book being two-dimensional, but there you are. The story wasn't terribly well-done, things would happen for no apparent reason, and overall it was a little boring. I was also really tired so that might have contributed somewhat, but falling asleep during an action movie is not a good sign regardless.
The weather is criminally beautiful again today. I hope it holds out for the rest of the week.
Dad pung me and asked when I was coming up. I explained again that it wasn't going to be this weekend as previously planned because of my temporary schedule change. He then handed over the phone to Mom, because he'd told her I was coming up today. The big coward. So I get to add tormenter of the elderly to my resume along with kitten torturer.
The application process for the new unit I'd like to work in is completely separate from the process to get into the pilot project. So I am competing against 50 or so people. There is only one shift I would consider working- Monday through Friday, 8am to 430pm. All the others are over both days of the weekend, or else the shifts start in the afternoon or late at night. They apparently will not allow part-timers to work in this unit at all. So, it's that shift or none, and I'm not even sure I want to work full-time even if they do offer it to me. And that's pretty unlikely, since it's the primo shift and when they rank all the applicants, number one gets first crack at their choice of shifts, and so on down the list. So I'd have to rank way up there to even be considered for it.
What a pisser. Hopes were raised then squashed. Bleh.
Choir wasn't too bad though. MIL didn't show up, and we did a lot of fine-tuning which wasn't spectacularly fun. Fine-tuning means singing the same 2 measures sixty seven times in a row and making sure you have the dynamics down. While necessary, it's sort of a bitch when you don't know the songs at all and haven't gone all the way through them at least a couple of times. But despite that, I still enjoyed myself. Everyone is very friendly and I feel very welcome and appreciated. Plus, I chatted up one of the supervisors who happens to sing here and she gave me some ideas to think about for getting out of the unit I'm in; who to talk to and what approaches I can take. Hope is in ICU but still kicking.
Afterwards, I wanted to watch something different so we got 'Hellboy' on pay-per-view. I wanted to like it, but it wasn't a really good story. I guess it's silly to complain about characters in a movie made from a comic book being two-dimensional, but there you are. The story wasn't terribly well-done, things would happen for no apparent reason, and overall it was a little boring. I was also really tired so that might have contributed somewhat, but falling asleep during an action movie is not a good sign regardless.
The weather is criminally beautiful again today. I hope it holds out for the rest of the week.
Dad pung me and asked when I was coming up. I explained again that it wasn't going to be this weekend as previously planned because of my temporary schedule change. He then handed over the phone to Mom, because he'd told her I was coming up today. The big coward. So I get to add tormenter of the elderly to my resume along with kitten torturer.
