A month ago, I was moving from Minneapolis to Rochester to work at a store in which a family member is involved. The warning was the other partner was hard to work with and would grind you down if you let him.
He is a micromanager. He is an asshole. He is a bikeshedder.
In a month, he ground me down enough for me to explode at him. Merchandise was broken. I almost spent the night sleeping outside in 10°F weather.
Now I’m back in Minneapolis looking for a job to love, in which I at least have the freedom to sell the way I like to sell. To sharpen my skills and do what I love — working. Even dishwashing is a good job if you like to have people say “these are the cleanest dishes I’ve seen at a restaurant.” That’s what I want.
Sad part is, I saw what Rochester needs and wants and I think I would have been able to provide it, in time. Now I’m afraid I won’t ever have the chance.
“Never can an Englishman complain about the weather.”
Tom Chaplin joking about the sub-zero weather outside.
Youngblood Hawk opened and got the crowd warmed up, and then Keane proceeded to kick so so so much ass with their set.
I only regret not getting there an hour earlier than I did. First Avenue was packed even though it was a Monday night gig.
The only song I didn’t get to hear live? Perfect Symmetry. Hopefully next time.
Not here on the internets, but rather, to a new place I now sleep at.
Hell, I’ve even got a bed now. I prefer the floor, but during fall and winter one does stay warmer in a bed.
There’s still some ways to go before it is a proper room that I would love to be in, it is more fun to be alone in your room when you have a window to look out of.
Happening this weekend, and I’m volunteering. You should too.