Today started sort of on a sour note...than, I got to work. Sour notes from last night still reverberating in my head, I got more sour notes at work. I've been called too caring...too liberal...too trusting...just don't know. I get the feeling I'm backwards sometimes.
Sucks to be me I guess.
Well...I'll hang in there.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Been awhile...but I'm sort of like the Timex Watch
....I can take a licking...but I keep on ticking.
Speaking of licking...HI!!! Let me attempt to kiss all of your butts as I check back in after an extended absence. As if anyone is reading...whatever...here's a rundown...
--Had another kid. Benjamin Wallace Turner. 2/23/08. There's a whole back story to this that involves him being so strong he kicked out of his own placenta a week before birth, hospitalizing my wife. And that's just the first sentence of the back story. So I'll keep it short. Now that we're what--3 months later?? He's fine. She's fine. I'm great.
--Been in my new position of Senior Supervisor and still getting to know my way around things, especially my own supervisor. After the world's worst (Ryan's world that is) eval after my first 6 months--an eval that will go down as probably the single most embarrassing chapter in my storied career of working--I'm starting to "get it". Note to everyone that promotes...quick way to success with a new boss. Make sure you know what he/she wants. Everytime he/she smiles and says "Good job" or "Thank you--that's what I needed" or "Perfect", do more of THAT, whatever caused those reactions. And don't be a hermit.
--Marching band is starting to rev up. It's May. VERY VERY VERY strange season coming up because California is having a budget crisis, and band directors left and right are getting pink slips. Probably why my phone hasn't rung yet. Probably other reasons too, like band directors not being professional and returning phone calls or emails. BUT HEY...I'm just a drill designer. The nature of the beast is to blame the drill designer for everything...and then don't call him to tell him. Typical. It's a love/hate thing I have with band directors. Main reason I didn't become one was because I'd end up either killing fellow band directors, killing administrators, killing parents, maybe even taking out a few kids, or killing myself. I definitely feel bad for directors that have to deal with that absolute SHITTIEST of conditions--conditions that I, as a member of a union, would NEVER EVER EVER tolerate. Ahhhhhhhh well...I'm babbling. Where was I? Drill design...oh yeah. We'll see what happens. I can guarandamntee you I will NEVER write for another drum corps as long as I live. THAT is for sure. I just can't do it. It ain't my cup of tea (exception is So Cal Dream--I actually miss them).
--To do DCI, or not. Well--here's the thing. This is like my millionth drum corps season being the "Voice of Southern California", and Pacific Crest already has snapped me up for the Walnut show in the last part of June. There were rumors abound based on how I did last year at Pasadena City College for Division II/III Championships that I would definitely be working again for DCI. No calls yet. I'm about to write that off.
--Stirred the pot on Drum Corps Planet after Madison Scouts announced their show, writing their show description that included basing their show on the "observations of an iguana" as it viewed the Latin culture. If not the DUMBEST show description I have ever heard, certainly the most pretentous bullshit for a drum corps show I have EVER heard. And from the MADISON SCOUTS of all corps. Just WTF are those people thinking? An iguana. Well, I said as much on DCP, and many people either worshipped me for calling it like it was, or regarded me as the has-been ex-VK drum major that I am. Whatever title I've been given, I could give a crap. I still think Madison's show description is stupid.
With a capital S.
--My family is fine. Thanks for asking. Sarah is 7. Michael Ryan is 4. Life is good.
--My wife's ENTIRE side of the family flew in a couple of weekends ago for Benjamin's baby blessing (sort of like a confirmation--but I did it myself), and a baptism of another kid in the family. My mother in law's 60th was also celebrated with 75 old friends--and this was all a surprise birthday party we put together.
It rocked.
She cried.
I win.
--I'm going to say it--but I ain't saying who. There are two people in my life that have in the last 48 hours confided to me some very personal issues, and while I like to play the goofy happy-go-lucky smart ass on TV, in reality, I'm very very very concerned and my heart is VERY heavy. It's a part of me many don't get to see, but it's the part that wants to fix things and make everyone happy. It's also the most sensitive part of my psyche, and if I CAN'T fix things, it REALLY REALLY hurts. Because I feel like I failed. So--for my two special people in my life--if you are reading this per chance, my brain is chewing on your issues and I swear to God I'm going to fix it. Somehow.
--I love the Internet. I love YouTube. I hate television anymore. What does it have that I can't get on the Internet. I forsee television become SECONDARY to the Internet in the most "watched" form of entertainment in about...oh...37 minutes.
Seriously. TV ain't got NOTHIN' on the Internet. I can spend the day on YouTube or Wikipedia and NEVER be bored, and always learning something, laughing at something, crying at something...whatever....
--Did you know that the Turner Empire got its very first color television...in 1984!!!! Yep. Was given to us by my computer programming teacher--Roberta Sterling (ohhhhhhhhhhhh Roberta...oh my)--FOR FREE, because I think she liked me.
--My daughter is singing Jack and Jill Went Up The Hill as I'm typing this. She's in bed, and singing to Michael to get the little crazy man to go to sleep. What a cutie.
THAT'S IT...there's probably more but I'm tired. Gotta be like a banana and split.
GET IT?!?!?!
See ya...
Speaking of licking...HI!!! Let me attempt to kiss all of your butts as I check back in after an extended absence. As if anyone is reading...whatever...here's a rundown...
--Had another kid. Benjamin Wallace Turner. 2/23/08. There's a whole back story to this that involves him being so strong he kicked out of his own placenta a week before birth, hospitalizing my wife. And that's just the first sentence of the back story. So I'll keep it short. Now that we're what--3 months later?? He's fine. She's fine. I'm great.
--Been in my new position of Senior Supervisor and still getting to know my way around things, especially my own supervisor. After the world's worst (Ryan's world that is) eval after my first 6 months--an eval that will go down as probably the single most embarrassing chapter in my storied career of working--I'm starting to "get it". Note to everyone that promotes...quick way to success with a new boss. Make sure you know what he/she wants. Everytime he/she smiles and says "Good job" or "Thank you--that's what I needed" or "Perfect", do more of THAT, whatever caused those reactions. And don't be a hermit.
--Marching band is starting to rev up. It's May. VERY VERY VERY strange season coming up because California is having a budget crisis, and band directors left and right are getting pink slips. Probably why my phone hasn't rung yet. Probably other reasons too, like band directors not being professional and returning phone calls or emails. BUT HEY...I'm just a drill designer. The nature of the beast is to blame the drill designer for everything...and then don't call him to tell him. Typical. It's a love/hate thing I have with band directors. Main reason I didn't become one was because I'd end up either killing fellow band directors, killing administrators, killing parents, maybe even taking out a few kids, or killing myself. I definitely feel bad for directors that have to deal with that absolute SHITTIEST of conditions--conditions that I, as a member of a union, would NEVER EVER EVER tolerate. Ahhhhhhhh well...I'm babbling. Where was I? Drill design...oh yeah. We'll see what happens. I can guarandamntee you I will NEVER write for another drum corps as long as I live. THAT is for sure. I just can't do it. It ain't my cup of tea (exception is So Cal Dream--I actually miss them).
--To do DCI, or not. Well--here's the thing. This is like my millionth drum corps season being the "Voice of Southern California", and Pacific Crest already has snapped me up for the Walnut show in the last part of June. There were rumors abound based on how I did last year at Pasadena City College for Division II/III Championships that I would definitely be working again for DCI. No calls yet. I'm about to write that off.
--Stirred the pot on Drum Corps Planet after Madison Scouts announced their show, writing their show description that included basing their show on the "observations of an iguana" as it viewed the Latin culture. If not the DUMBEST show description I have ever heard, certainly the most pretentous bullshit for a drum corps show I have EVER heard. And from the MADISON SCOUTS of all corps. Just WTF are those people thinking? An iguana. Well, I said as much on DCP, and many people either worshipped me for calling it like it was, or regarded me as the has-been ex-VK drum major that I am. Whatever title I've been given, I could give a crap. I still think Madison's show description is stupid.
With a capital S.
--My family is fine. Thanks for asking. Sarah is 7. Michael Ryan is 4. Life is good.
--My wife's ENTIRE side of the family flew in a couple of weekends ago for Benjamin's baby blessing (sort of like a confirmation--but I did it myself), and a baptism of another kid in the family. My mother in law's 60th was also celebrated with 75 old friends--and this was all a surprise birthday party we put together.
It rocked.
She cried.
I win.
--I'm going to say it--but I ain't saying who. There are two people in my life that have in the last 48 hours confided to me some very personal issues, and while I like to play the goofy happy-go-lucky smart ass on TV, in reality, I'm very very very concerned and my heart is VERY heavy. It's a part of me many don't get to see, but it's the part that wants to fix things and make everyone happy. It's also the most sensitive part of my psyche, and if I CAN'T fix things, it REALLY REALLY hurts. Because I feel like I failed. So--for my two special people in my life--if you are reading this per chance, my brain is chewing on your issues and I swear to God I'm going to fix it. Somehow.
--I love the Internet. I love YouTube. I hate television anymore. What does it have that I can't get on the Internet. I forsee television become SECONDARY to the Internet in the most "watched" form of entertainment in about...oh...37 minutes.
Seriously. TV ain't got NOTHIN' on the Internet. I can spend the day on YouTube or Wikipedia and NEVER be bored, and always learning something, laughing at something, crying at something...whatever....
--Did you know that the Turner Empire got its very first color television...in 1984!!!! Yep. Was given to us by my computer programming teacher--Roberta Sterling (ohhhhhhhhhhhh Roberta...oh my)--FOR FREE, because I think she liked me.
--My daughter is singing Jack and Jill Went Up The Hill as I'm typing this. She's in bed, and singing to Michael to get the little crazy man to go to sleep. What a cutie.
THAT'S IT...there's probably more but I'm tired. Gotta be like a banana and split.
GET IT?!?!?!
See ya...
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