i’m at work. it’s pretty quiet here. i wish i had an office, one with a mattress of some sort instead of a desk, and dark window blinds. it would be nice to have a job where all that was expected of me, performance-wise, was power napping. even though it’s quiet here, there’s not much depth to it.
yesterday i discovered that the very unpleasant person i technically am supposed to supervise had applied for my job, but was turned down in favor of me, even though she’s worked here for 2 years…. and then to add to the insult, she had to train me to be her supervisor. i’ve been in that situation myself and found it degrading. no wonder she is unpleasant, but i think she would be unpleasant to be around under any circumstance. and she’s a hockey fan, too.
i think i am beginning to show signs of progress on piano. my “jingle bells” is approaching rhapsodic. my “give my regards to broadway” almost has a spritely bounce. i can almost play simple short strains of mozart and beethoven. but i really need to work on “happy birthday.” And I still don’t know how to read all of the notes.
And I didn’t have any dreams last night. i wonder why.