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Did some Oz therapy when I got home. 4.6 (when am I going to learn that it's on disk one and not disk two) surprisingly did not work - emotions running too high to be fixed by viewing nekkid O'Reily. So it's on to Season 3 until I get reasonably calm. People were just pissing me off today. I just about got into it at work with one of our subcontractors who is ridiculously close to having us lose one of our biggest clients. And all he does is ramble on and on and give the same frigging excuses over and over again. I can hear them once, maybe twice on a good day, but today I reached my limit and I had to leave. I came back and he was still there. I basically told him to get out. So that had me aggravated. And then I go to my meeting at the church - we were doing worship this evening so I had to run the music. Usually it's just me and the pastor and the pianist, but tonight this other guy, who is a friend of mine, attempted to join in. Long story short, he sings like Omar White - it didn't work out. My feeling is that people who are going to sing need to be in the pre-rehearsal where we air out all of the kinks - the song that caused all the problems wound up being pulled. So that didn't put me in a great mood and I was out of it for most of the night. Weird energy going on. (Momentary pause to say how very much I love Richie Hanlon). To top it all off, if that wasn't enough, the new choir director was there. I'm generally too shy to do solos and things like that, so being a co-lead tonight made me a little self-conscious. I thought I did well, considering that usually in high tension situations my voice has the tendency to go up and octave. Afterwards, I was a little unhappy with the utter lack of feedback that I got from him. He thought our pianist was great and our pastor should be part of the choir, but me - nothing. Not a word. And you people know what a damned feedback junkie I am. So it annoyed. I'm not saying I have a fabulous voice (please consult title heading for comparison) but on a night where there are no other women to overpower me, when I could actually be heard, I should have something. Even a "well, that sucked" would have been sufficient. (Play by play, Toby is filing his fingernails - I love this scene - beautiful - I love me some pissed off Beecher.) Maybe I'll do my posting of the B/K WTF tonight - it might cheer me up. I'm into 3.2 now. It might be a long night. BTW, I have to go back to Borders tomorrow to return my copy of S6 - there is a scratch on the last episode - I really like them to be problem free when I start out. The worst Oz DVD problem happened when I got my Season 1 DVD - I was at the part of the 7th episode when Beecher kicks Schillinger's ass and the entire chapter DOES NOT PLAY. One of the more critical scenes of the season, of the series actually, and it doesn't run. Needless to say, that went back to the store the next day. I haven't had time to take back S6 so tomorrow is the day. That is all for the moment.
Sep. 15th, 2006
Did some Oz therapy when I got home. 4.6 (when am I going to learn that it's on disk one and not disk two) surprisingly did not work - emotions running too high to be fixed by viewing nekkid O'Reily. So it's on to Season 3 until I get reasonably calm. People were just pissing me off today. I just about got into it at work with one of our subcontractors who is ridiculously close to having us lose one of our biggest clients. And all he does is ramble on and on and give the same frigging excuses over and over again. I can hear them once, maybe twice on a good day, but today I reached my limit and I had to leave. I came back and he was still there. I basically told him to get out. So that had me aggravated. And then I go to my meeting at the church - we were doing worship this evening so I had to run the music. Usually it's just me and the pastor and the pianist, but tonight this other guy, who is a friend of mine, attempted to join in. Long story short, he sings like Omar White - it didn't work out. My feeling is that people who are going to sing need to be in the pre-rehearsal where we air out all of the kinks - the song that caused all the problems wound up being pulled. So that didn't put me in a great mood and I was out of it for most of the night. Weird energy going on. (Momentary pause to say how very much I love Richie Hanlon). To top it all off, if that wasn't enough, the new choir director was there. I'm generally too shy to do solos and things like that, so being a co-lead tonight made me a little self-conscious. I thought I did well, considering that usually in high tension situations my voice has the tendency to go up and octave. Afterwards, I was a little unhappy with the utter lack of feedback that I got from him. He thought our pianist was great and our pastor should be part of the choir, but me - nothing. Not a word. And you people know what a damned feedback junkie I am. So it annoyed. I'm not saying I have a fabulous voice (please consult title heading for comparison) but on a night where there are no other women to overpower me, when I could actually be heard, I should have something. Even a "well, that sucked" would have been sufficient. (Play by play, Toby is filing his fingernails - I love this scene - beautiful - I love me some pissed off Beecher.) Maybe I'll do my posting of the B/K WTF tonight - it might cheer me up. I'm into 3.2 now. It might be a long night. BTW, I have to go back to Borders tomorrow to return my copy of S6 - there is a scratch on the last episode - I really like them to be problem free when I start out. The worst Oz DVD problem happened when I got my Season 1 DVD - I was at the part of the 7th episode when Beecher kicks Schillinger's ass and the entire chapter DOES NOT PLAY. One of the more critical scenes of the season, of the series actually, and it doesn't run. Needless to say, that went back to the store the next day. I haven't had time to take back S6 so tomorrow is the day. That is all for the moment.