CMW - Day One

Did a day of temping at Chris' work yesterday, which was a singularly unique experience for one uch as myself, unusued to normal office environments. People were very nice (and some were pretty darn friendly), although a number of the employees seemed eerily... well, blank. Flat. I tried to imagine their lives, but found it too depressing.

May return to additional work there in the future, which I suspect will keep me not only appreciative of my career path, but my lifestyle and friends as well. With the added bonus of a little extra cash in my pocket, of course. Besides, there's something so comforting about doing manual, non-cerebral work once in a while. I didn't have to think.

And thankfully, I had some decent tunes on my MP3 player. I am a rather excellent office monkey.

Unfortunately, it meant getting up early -- and I knew last night was going to be a late night. Saw four bands that were a wonderful assortment of talent -- some of which I appreciated, and others which grated on my nerves, although provided a good enough performance to merit a decent mark. Which I then had to justify to one of the editors, who couldn't understand why a band I liked who didn't have a great performance were in an around the same marks as a band that I didn't like (meaning not to my taste, though no less deserving) who performed really well.

This is my punishment for trying to remain objective.

Anyway, I got to bed at about 5:45 a.m... just in time to hear Chris' alarm beeping when I opened the bedroom door. Depressing.