Dan, i just wanted to say congradulations. I'm truly happy for you and Shells, and can't wait to see you two in two months. It's been a long time coming.
Other than that, there isn't a whole lot noteable. Lots of times I find myself wishing that life was a straight, smooth, wide path ... but I know that just can't be. I think I set my expectations for life too high ... misplace my joy in things other than Christ ... and I'm only setting myself up for disapointment.
Talking with the Remedy guys is always a inspiring experience. I wish had that force, that presence. It's most definitely God-given. Tonight David was talking about striving to be excellent in all you do - for Christ - and it was just excellent.
For Life, I'm Erin Oliver. We'll see you back here tomorrow night.
Iraq was handed over today, and I won't be seeing Spiderman until Thursday.
I think that spoils my Wednesday.
Just kidding. Wednesday is plenty busy between getting my hair down, picking up something from Aksarben, church, and interviewing Remedy.
Every day is busy.
I love work. I absolutely love it. I love Omaha Publications and freelancing because, well, that's my career. I was watching Miss. Congeniality on Saturday, and the FBI agents talk about living and loving the job. I want nothing to be a higher priority and love for me than Christ (which has so easily happened and does so easily happen), but under that, I just love the job. I love working my receptionist job too because, well I've always liked the whole secretary gig and the girls - you couldn't ask for better people to work with. In any case, I think I'm burning myself out. I felt kind of guilty Friday - I got to work about 45 mins later than I would have liked to, and since my editor took a vacation day, I tied up some loose ends and went shopping before my receptionst meeting for the other work. I did, however, come back to switch cammeras and get a Hey Photo Guy shirt, before shooting at Fanfest, Summer Arts Festival, and Remedy. So that was probably alright. Today I got to work later than I would have liked to also - and I took an hour and a half lunch to get some things done. I didn't eat lunch. Then I left around 3 something before my editor got back from lunch because I'd done really all that had to be done for the day, although there's always something to do. My editor asked if I'd be there for awhile before she left, and I said yes, and I was probably there another 45 ... anyways, if anyone at all was cheated, it was probably me out of an assignment or opportunity. I used to think, wow, of all the interns, I'm totally in the office more than anyone. It's still the case. However, I'm feeling like I need to get out a little more ... which, I mean, has got to be healthy ... but I set this high standard for myself, and then everyone buys into it too, thinking I'm just an exceptional worker. I hope I am. So I don't know ... if these small reductions in time spent at work over the past two work days are something to be guilty over, or me overreacting. Christine says over and over sometimes you just have to get out of the office. It's true. I have no set hours. I'd really just love to take a week off ... but that's one half of me. The other, dominant half ... well, that would be murder.
In any case, I really better get going. I feel like McBeth sometimes. Vaulting ambition ... I love to bite off a lot. It all looks so good. Then when it comes to actually doing it? Eh. I'm gonna work on Dan and Shelly's gift a bit ;) just to appease myself (sometimes I have to do something fun before I get to a self-appointed task. it's really just procrastination) and there's also church stuff to work on before Wednesday, making sure my recorder works, writing questions for my interviewee tomorrow and making sure my recorder works, getting junk together ... sending out for more jobs (really, what am i thinking?!)
Yeah, I think I'm going to go now.
I'm so silly.
PS - That's funny. I can't log into powerschool anymore, but I can log into Blackboard - soc class I dropped and all. Ah, this pregnant, awakard time between high school and college. I was ready for it a long time ago, I left a long time ago, I entered the working world a long time ago ... and yet there are times where it's completely evident that, well, I'm fresh out.
I guess you could say I'm trying to start afresh here, but really it's just a trivial move anyways. It's nice to move from a community gone sour, but at the same time, in all honestly, I'd really just like to keep a secluded blog. Trouble is, however, I find no motivation writing for myself, and a very major motivation to write when the audience is, well, mass. Hence, my career.
The ultimate dream: popular commentary a la carte, sans "breaking news."
Right now I have no breaking news, save my own, and rule number one of blogging: you don't "break" news a half of second after you caught the whiff of a potential story a paragraph after your Farenheight 9/11 review.
You just don't.
Another handy rule: you don't start a business/organization/mov ement or organization in which you have no background.
To go along with that rule: if you're running anything even slightly related to PR, it helps to be at least cordial to those who you've supposedly purposed to work with, and to those who might be able to help you. It's called networking - at the very least, good public relations. (Side note: if this business/organization/mov ement has religious ties, it's helpful to be nice to everyone).
And finally: a credo is a credo. You can't, for instance, say hording clay pots is foolish and wrong, but these four are OK to keep because they're pleasent to look at.
Well, you can but you'd be foolish.
And if all of this code talk has got you perplexed, I've already learned my lesson in this arena.
In any case, here's a place where I plan to diverge from the straight commentary: I can't help but write about personal things, so sink or swim, this blog will likely contain a generous portion of that. Coppel did it. Then again, I bought his book in the dollar store.
Earlier this week, I bought a printer and keyboard for college for $4.95 and $1.95 respectively. Although I already have a nice computer, the keyboard I'm currently using has a few broken keys, and is a stand-in for the original, which drowned in Pepsi a couple of months ago. The printer will likely come in handy for late-night printing sessions, and color printing needs in college, since I don't have my own printer, save the broken one. And it's really not mine either: it just sits on my desk.
I hate dating myself. Which is why my high school tassel doesn't hang on my car's rearview mirror.
Wednesday should prove to be an interesting day. With the hand over of Iraq, and the opening of Spiderman ... should be a tense, high-strung, energy-packed day in deed.
In other news, Joe and I are due for another debate here soon. The schism goes further than I ever thought possible, and frankly I just don't feel qualified anymore. I enjoy our discussions so much, but ... it's nice to finally meet someone who's willing to exhaust all your resources with you ... and in the end, I guess it's good to reach the point where your knowledge is out ... where as others would think you were an expert, someone knows you certainly don't know it all. I think we both need to see these issues are far greater than the two of us, though. What started out as armchair theology has served up some heavy questions, and truly, the world would call our answers foolish. It all goes back to faith - in what is not physically seen, but in what is undeniable. Trouble is, our faith lies on opposite sides of the same plane. The trouble is, it's faith against faith ... Grace! We have different interpretations.
Doesn't look like I'll be seeing Remedy again until July 31st or so. I was supposed to interview them via phone 7pm this Tuesday, but I forgot that I work. I'll have to call them tomorrow and reschedule - maybe for Thursday, but have my questions prepared JIC. This Friday's concert was super, but I think I much prefer the usual atmosphere. :(
