97) The Judys

For some reason I stumbled upon The Judys this weekend.  This is a band from Houston that I would describe as Basement Nerd Punk.  Not sure if that is an actual genre, but that is what the music sounds like to me.  Craig introduced this band to me and Chris when we were in Junior High and it has been a source of humor for us as we have gotten older.  This Saturday, Craig and I will be hanging out and it is my goal to record a guitar version of one of my favorite Judys song with the hope that after drinking several beers I can convince Craig to sing.  Assuming things go well, I will post the finished product here for all to enjoy.  

If you have not heard of The Judys, I am not sure that I would recommend/endorse them.  But if you are curious about Basement Nerd Punk, check out one of the following:

• Grass Is Greener
• Don't Be A Hippy
• Ghost In A Bikini
• Milk

96) I'm the Stair Master

Things at work have not been great over the past year.  Things degraded to such a degree that I began looking for other opportunities a couple of weeks ago.  Luck and timing worked in my favor, and I discovered an open position for a well-known agency within the same building I currently work in.  They received my resume and a few short hours later called me for an interview.

They scheduled my first interview for 10am.  I called in sick to my current employer and did not worry too much they were in the same building.  That is until I learned I must use the same elevator bank to reach the interview as the agency I currently work for.  I walked cautiously to the elevators and was happy to see no one waiting.  I pushed the button and got on without running into a single person.  I reached the floor without incident and proceeded to have a strong interview.

The interview lasted more than 3 hours, getting done just after 1:30.  As I waited for the elevator to take me down, I realized that it was lunchtime, and that 90% of the agency eats between 12:30 and 1:30, meaning there was a good chance I would run into someone if I stepped on the elevator.  I would be a sitting duck with no way to hide.  The elevator door opened and I stood on the edge wondering what I should do.  The doors closed and I decided that the only way to be 100% sure was to take the stairs.

So that is what I did.  I took the stairs.  All 26 flights of them!  The next day I could barely walk for the pains in both of my calves.  I sort of hobbled around and when people asked me what was wrong I told them I played in a rough soccer game.  Part of me feels like I did the right thing, since I guaranteed not to run into someone who could potentially catch me interviewing for another job.  Part of me, however, feels I am too paranoid and should have simply done my thing.  Confidence and common sense are strange things that wax and wane due to various factors.  The factors that led to my interview led me to walk down 26 flights of stairs... and one week later to accepting a new job!