I actually have things I want to blog about, I just don’t have time. I see that Julia is making a push to blog more regularly, and I am envious. I just end up feeling guilty every time I sit down at the ‘puter.
Work is all right. This weekend I worked up at Frankie’s, the classier music bar. Because there’s a cover up there, they expect the service to be top notch. Like, you always have to carry a tray with an extra ash tray and a cocktail glass with matches, straws and bev naps in it. That’s good practice with the tray for me, but my wrist has been killing me. Not only do I not have the strength built up there, but also I’ve long had carpal tunnel symptoms in my left wrist from the guitar and crochet, plus typing and piano. I’m anxious about this. I don’t want to permanently hurt myself. But my bro-in-law brought a wrist guard for me to sleep in. He says more damage is done on your wrists at night by getting them into funky positions for hours on end. He also brought home equipment and did an ultrasound treatment on it and my back. He’s cool like that. He’s a chiropractor and works in a clinic with physical therapists etc.
The good thing about working at Frankie’s is that it is slower, since I am still learning, and they have live music. Friday night starred a hispanic group called the Jet Set and an original rock band called the Bandages. The Jet Set were no bueno. The Bandages were pretty good. They gave me a CD I still have to listen to. Saturday featured The Blue Mirror Band. Now they were some cool old, blues-playing dudes and they were AWESOME!
I talked to the woman who books the bands and she said I might be able to open there sometime. The stage and room are SO cool that the offer is SWEET. I am giving her my CD this weekend.
My parents brought my guitar up Sunday. Pretty sad huh? I didn’t even have my guitar up here. That’s because there are already three in this house, but I found I never picked up their guitars and I wanted my own. Badly. Yesterday when Wende and the kids went to play at the neighbor’s, I jammed out for a while and had so much fun. I missed it.
I think my sister, bro-in-law and I are going to sit and talk tonight. Finally. I’ve done everything I can from my side of the court I think, inlcuding composing a long letter to my sister about some of my feelings. That was last Thursday and I have been waiting for her to respond ever since. I pray it goes all right. Unfortunately, I know I won’t take criticism well because I feel I have been busting my ass here. Completely. Fingers crossed that it is a constructive meeting.
I will say that things have gotten a little better since I expressed myself. I feel a little more appreciated. And Steve even brought my flowers last Friday, which was awesome since I was in the middle of a complete breakdown.
I’ve made another friend at work. So now I have three friends! Kinda sorta anyway. I mean, they are new friends, you know? But it’s really nice to have people to talk to and hang out with when I actually have time. Last week I worked nearly 40 hours- Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. This week she cut me back to four days – Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. I had asked off Saturday and didn’t get it. I asked too late I guess. But I’d been invited to a little party and was hoping to meet more people. I’m pretty bummed about that.
But it continues to be a day-by-day story. Just make it one more day. And one more day. And one more day.
A friend e-mailed me and said that I shouldn’t have to go through all this pain if I can get to my goal another way. And it’s true. I can move back to my parents’ at any time and soon I can move back to the Lou at any time. But I DO want to try to stick it out here a little longer for my sister. It’s nice not to care too much about my job though. The turnover is so high they won’t even blink an eye if I leave.
Well, I’m off to run some errands while Wende and the kids are gone on a play date. And then I’m making dinner tonight! Shepherd’s Pie, of course.