Do, a deer, a female deer...

Yesterday I auditioned for the school's variety show. (I don't know why they don't call it a talent show. That's what it is.) I was in the variety show two years ago, but luckily, I didn't have to audition then; I was called in as a replacement guitarist a week before the show.

Anyway, a little while ago, I gave Gilbert a recording of a song I wrote, and he liked it a lot, so I asked him if he would play it with me in the variety show. (After all, when people saw me in the variety show two years ago, they kept telling me that I should be in it again.) I also tried to convince Justin to audition, but he wasn't really sure what he could do.

So yesterday, after a pep rally (which, nostalgically, was the first one we've had in the gym since freshman year; even though it dragged on a bit, there were some funny antics that made it interesting. For example, Curtis -- yes, the same Curtis mentioned in a few old posts -- somehow got a hold of a bullhorn and was using it to start chants like "Freshmen go home!" Then he ran to another section of the stands, but it wasn't long before an administrator found him and took a hold of the bullhorn), Gilbert and I headed to the auditorium for the audition (but only after Gilbert, who was leading the way, forgot where the exits in the gym were -- we haven't really been there since freshman year, you have to remember -- and he accidentally led us into the locker room where the cheerleaders were changing. Whoops! But [un]fortunately, we were out of there quickly).

For the fourth and last day of auditions, there were a lot of people there. In fact, Justin showed up and decided to audition to be the MC. But as in any talent show, most of the acts were musical, so I got kind of nervous about not being good enough. Since I had some time to kill before I would have a ride home, I decided to wait until almost the very end to go up and play.

We didn't do the whole song because there was only so much time, but the teacher in charge of the show said that she liked it. But she (and some other teacher who was with her) said that I had some trouble hitting the high notes, which is probably true. They suggested that I either get a voice coach or sing the offending lines a whole octave lower. I wasn't willing to do either of those things, but later it occurred to me that I could probably play the song in a lower key if I had to. Or maybe I just faltered because I was nervous and because I had strained my voice at the pep rally. But whatever the cause and solution, Gilbert and I are in the show.

In other news, today was my first day back at my old job. It was office work as usual, but this time, a number of things were different. The big thing, really, was that my sister was working with me. There were some new faces there, and some old ones were gone. The place had been also been remodeled, or at least rearranged and painted.

The great thing about working there is that the boss is a friend of the family -- that's how I got the job, in fact. We used to be neighbors, so when he read in the local paper that I was doing this blagging thing on the Internets, that's when he talked to me about giving me a job. I would see his daughter, Briana, in the office every once in a while, and my sister and I were pleased to find today that she was still working there. We got to catch up on things. We go way back, after all.

I used to work there for four hours a week, on Fridays only, so I expected that working seven and a half hours a week on Fridays only would be a bigger bore. Not to say that working was boring, but sometimes those four hours would pass like a snail on... well, anywhere a snail might happen to be. So I was surprised when the seven and a half hours passed quickly. I guess it's because I had a lot of work to keep me busy, and probably the novelty of going back to work kept things relatively exciting.

I wonder how much I'm getting paid...

And now for some Ask Jordon that's completely different.

natasha: If you had to choose a quote from each of the Overheard websites, which would be your favorite and why?

The quotations from Overheard in New York, Overheard in the Office, and Overheard at the Beach are all pretty funny, but only one quotation from any of the sites stands out in my mind, and that is this one.

>From Canada :) : How does it feel to live in a place without snow?

As someone who's never seen snow, you might expect my answer to be something along the lines of, "I don't know." But actually, it does feel a little weird to have a green Christmas. I blame the North's influence on American culture, or maybe it's just the fact that it snows nearly everywhere except Florida.

If you must surf the web at work, check out Is It Friday? and, in a similar vein, Is it 5:30?

One year ago: "I've been thinking, as I am apt to do, and I think our language is illogical."
Two years ago: "I received three responses. Not bad, methinks."