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Having a bad day
Jan. 19th, 2014 05:13 pmI stayed up too late last night working on what I thought was a fairly simple software project for a couple of my clients. It proved to be a nghtmare that stretched all the way to four o'clock this afternoon, and took my Rhode Island client's station off the air for several hours today.
Meanwhie, I suddenly felt hot, sweaty, and faint at choir this morning, and barely managed to avoid fainting after coming back up to the choir loft after the anthem at the offertory, which we did downstairs in the front of the sanctuary because half the organ had been dismantled by a contractor, requiring our music director to use a piano.
Oh, and someone I was hoping had gone away has started bombarding me with phone calls and text messages again. This was someone I had counted a friend, until she turned violently abusive about three weeks ago. I can put up with a lot of things from friends, but not this. This was really bad, and reminded me of the worst episodes of my childhood. Violence, abuse, and disrespect: I don't need or want them, and I hope this person stays far, far away from me.
Tomorrow I am going to do some work on a "new" studio on the Cape for a station one of my clients is buying. I say "new" because there is nothing new about it; the newest piece of equipmentI'm installing is at least twenty years old, and the place is going to look like the studios of my youth. It will be nice if this stuff actually proves to work.
Then again, if I get down there and find no furniture and no heat, ad I did last week, it's going to be a long drive and a short day. Tuesday I'm back in New Hampshire.
Meanwhie, I suddenly felt hot, sweaty, and faint at choir this morning, and barely managed to avoid fainting after coming back up to the choir loft after the anthem at the offertory, which we did downstairs in the front of the sanctuary because half the organ had been dismantled by a contractor, requiring our music director to use a piano.
Oh, and someone I was hoping had gone away has started bombarding me with phone calls and text messages again. This was someone I had counted a friend, until she turned violently abusive about three weeks ago. I can put up with a lot of things from friends, but not this. This was really bad, and reminded me of the worst episodes of my childhood. Violence, abuse, and disrespect: I don't need or want them, and I hope this person stays far, far away from me.
Tomorrow I am going to do some work on a "new" studio on the Cape for a station one of my clients is buying. I say "new" because there is nothing new about it; the newest piece of equipmentI'm installing is at least twenty years old, and the place is going to look like the studios of my youth. It will be nice if this stuff actually proves to work.
Then again, if I get down there and find no furniture and no heat, ad I did last week, it's going to be a long drive and a short day. Tuesday I'm back in New Hampshire.
