Not quite boss material...

Brent Hairston met The Boss today... His first impression was right on!

A Question of Motivation

If I ever needed more reason than my cool-ass destination to motivate me to get my house ready to sell, I can always think of...

...[evil music cue] HIM

We want so much for you to stay. I promise I'll pay you more, if I can.

I forgot about one other important piece of the Annual Review. I think he is not clueless about my desire to get outta here.

... or get hit by a Mack truck.

The annual review is over. I got myself into the right frame of mind, and sat down, there, in the boss's office and waited to see what he'd say.

Not that this was much of a milestone, but I do feel like I've hit the home stretch.

I can't remember, now, if I had mentioned this in the audio entry, so I'll type it here, too:

The very first thing the Boss says to me after I've had a chance to look over the paper review is along the lines of: "Despite the documentation you have provided, we're still scared shitless that you might be offered a high-paying job somewhere else and leave us." To which I answered, "... or get hit by a Mack truck." When The Big Day arrives, I intend to walk into his office, shut the door behind me, and say, "Well, I didn't get hit by a Mack truck, but..." and hand him The Letter.

Good Boss, Bad Boss, Gray Boss

One more entry about the ongoing struggle with the boss and with the relationship between him, my job, and my theatre work.

It's not too big a deal, but it's enough to prompt me to remind myself that it's all going to be past me soon.

It's a (Greg's Life) Montage

My life takes on theatrical proportions...

Out of the dentist's chair, into the...

It turns out that I had nothing to worry about at the dentist's office - despite the fact that the nurse seemed to have me mixed up with someone else. I ended up with no extra limbs removed, or any such boondoggle. All is well.

No, no! Don't amputate the LEFT leg!

I went to the dentist for a new crown. I came out with a...

This entry is a little hard to hear because I was making it as I sat in the dentist's chair, with the nurse only about ten feet away. It sounds like my phone was cutting out a little near the end, too, as I describe how I was talking to the nurse about a cool gecko that I could see outside, through the window; only to find out that I was speaking to no one.

Go Tell it on the Vestry

I pass another milestone in my exodus from this place. Today I told the vestry at St. Francis that I am going to be leaving. Heavy sigh...

After the Ball is over

A KICKASS concert!!! The show's over and I'm watching folks clear out. I end up standing in line to buy a new CD and to get Marcia's autograph.

The last song she played was "Let Me Play With Your Poodle." Before she sang it, she said that it was This Place, College Station, that she wrote this about. I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I believe her son and daughter-in-law live here (she'd mentioned them once or twice in the concert), and it might have had something to do with that. Anyway, while I was waiting in line for her autograph, she took a break from signing to hug and say "goodbye" to a young couple. I figured that that was her son and D-I-L.

So, standing in line, trying to think of something non-trite, non-fanboy, non-starstruck to say to her when it's my turn. Something witty, something different, something that will let her know that (I think) we could be buddies. Something she's never heard before. ... right ...

I end up telling her that she'd brought a new level of cool to this town. I think she liked that...

On the Ball

A five minute snippet of music, including "That's Enough of that Stuff."

Down the Road

At Wolf Pen Creek Amphitheatre, before the show starts, sitting on my chair, warming myself up with some Marcia Ball music on the iPod.

I got a flat tire

Reporting live from the Wal-Mart parking lot - complete with a noisy car alarm going off in the background... The cart I got at Wal-Mart has a noisy, bumping wheel. I decided to push it all over the store, making as much noise as possible, so I could enjoy the odd looks of people wondering who was making the racket!

The (almost) last straw... revisited

This is pretty much the same story as my previous audioblog entry - about the ass boss. This was the third attempt at recording this story: The first one came out silent, the second one never appeared (until just recently - after I'd emailed tech support about my audio postings which weren't making it to the web. I guess they fixed it :=/), and the third one only appeared today when the second one showed up.

I decided to keep this entry here not because it's any better than the prior one, but mainly because you can hear Joe laughing in the background near the end. I think it's cute and should be preserved.

The (almost) last straw.

Once again, the Boss proves what a terrible manager of people he is. If I ever doubted that he is a major reason that I am dusting the dirt of this town off of my feet, I should just listen to this post again...

Pleasant Hot Tub Memories

The spa that I installed last summer is a Wonderful Thing®. While sitting in the tub, I recall a fine, fine couple of days wherein I triumphed over some of the tub's initial challenges.

Save that Mother

Mom is in the hospital with some kind of crap growing in one of the lobes of her lungs. Yeah, the news sucks, but this post is about a heroic attempt on the part of her loving son (me) to "save" her. Man, am I supid...

Rob's phone call

This is a couple of voice mail messages that Rob left me back in April. He was riding around on the bus in Chicago and had a bunch of ideas hit him. He didn't want to lose the thoughts, so he called and left these two messages. They play back in reverse order because of the way that my voice mail plays old, saved messages back.