Ok, all of today I've had this itch inside my right ear that is so far inside that I'm convinced it's actually my brain that itches. Seriously. Has this ever happened to you? I've never experienced anything like this before. The only thing that gives me some sense of reprieve is when I take a pointer finger knuckle and sort of grind it against my outer ear. And then it's like the best feeling everrrr. But then when I stop doing it the brain itch is still there. Sticking a finger in there definitely has proven ineffective. And just now I tried poking a Q-tip up in there... The only problem is that I have a deadly fear that if I wrangle the Q-tip too far in there, it will literally poke my brain ... or at least give me that dreadful instantaneous shockwave of pain that we've all gotten from getting a little too aggressive with the Q-tip cleaning. You know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, long story short, if this brain itch doesn't go away very soon I am going to go insane. Insaaaaaaaane!!! Brain itch!!!!!!!!
9.27.2006
9.21.2006
Light at the end of the tunnel: Part Duh
Oy, the interviews...
Ok, no job yet, but at least the interviews are abundant. I interviewed for the House Manager position at UW last Friday. I rocked the house, of course (how could I not, what with my overwhelming fabulousness and all...), but was swiftly rejected three days later. Ah, such is life. More specifically: Aaah, such is life when you're a 26-year old struggling musician. Anyway, I am obviously disappointed, bitter, etc etc etc (not really) that I didn't get it, but I have since equally promptly gotten over it (via a few handfuls of mint creme oreo cookies...mmm) and now have my sights on two other possible job opportunities. I've had two interviews at Mills Music, the last one of which was this morning with the president of the company and at which I was told that I would probably be considered for a management position, and have a third interview this Friday. And then I have an interview for the Director of Education position with the Bellevue Philharmonic tomorrow morning.
Going on all these interviews has definitely given me confidence in myself as an interviewee. If not for any reason but that my interviewer at my first Mills Music interview proposed marriage to me during the interview. Hahaha...true story. Anyway, tomorrow's interview should be interesting, and I say this only because I spoke to the Executive Director of the Bellevue Phil yesterday to schedule our interview, and he sounds just like Milton from Office Space. Should be a fun chat.
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In other news: part of the reason for my extended absence this past week is that Scott's entire family and -- more importantly (horrifyingly?) -- 4 of his college fraternity buddies came to visit this past weekend. His family stayed in a hotel, but the boys all crashed at our apartment. All in all, I guess it was a fun few days...yeah.... Oh, what the hell am I saying? Did you hear me say that there were 5 recovering frat boys staying under the same roof as me? Oy. Vey. Let's just say that the rental of a heavy-duty carpet cleaner was required to clean up a giant brown stain on the living room carpet. And I no longer have to curl up in a fetal position in my closet while slowly rocking myself to blissful sleep every night.
Ok, no job yet, but at least the interviews are abundant. I interviewed for the House Manager position at UW last Friday. I rocked the house, of course (how could I not, what with my overwhelming fabulousness and all...), but was swiftly rejected three days later. Ah, such is life. More specifically: Aaah, such is life when you're a 26-year old struggling musician. Anyway, I am obviously disappointed, bitter, etc etc etc (not really) that I didn't get it, but I have since equally promptly gotten over it (via a few handfuls of mint creme oreo cookies...mmm) and now have my sights on two other possible job opportunities. I've had two interviews at Mills Music, the last one of which was this morning with the president of the company and at which I was told that I would probably be considered for a management position, and have a third interview this Friday. And then I have an interview for the Director of Education position with the Bellevue Philharmonic tomorrow morning.
Going on all these interviews has definitely given me confidence in myself as an interviewee. If not for any reason but that my interviewer at my first Mills Music interview proposed marriage to me during the interview. Hahaha...true story. Anyway, tomorrow's interview should be interesting, and I say this only because I spoke to the Executive Director of the Bellevue Phil yesterday to schedule our interview, and he sounds just like Milton from Office Space. Should be a fun chat.
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In other news: part of the reason for my extended absence this past week is that Scott's entire family and -- more importantly (horrifyingly?) -- 4 of his college fraternity buddies came to visit this past weekend. His family stayed in a hotel, but the boys all crashed at our apartment. All in all, I guess it was a fun few days...yeah.... Oh, what the hell am I saying? Did you hear me say that there were 5 recovering frat boys staying under the same roof as me? Oy. Vey. Let's just say that the rental of a heavy-duty carpet cleaner was required to clean up a giant brown stain on the living room carpet. And I no longer have to curl up in a fetal position in my closet while slowly rocking myself to blissful sleep every night.
9.07.2006
Light at the end of the tunnel: Part I
So I have a job interview with the folks at Mills Music next week. Yaaayyy!......?? Like I said, the whole sales/retail thing is not my bag. At all. We've discussed this before. Not sure yet when the interview will be exactly, but I am just thankful that somebody anybody has responded to ONE of my job inquiries. One for, what, like fifty isn't too bad for a batting average, right? Ha. And he even complimented me on my fab moniker: "Hi Ysabel. Beautiful name, by the way..."
Anyway, we'll see what happens. If I don't get an email response from the lady at the UW concert hall soon, I'm going to have to turn my stalking up a notch and give her a little ringy dingy.
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And in a completely unrelated note, if you haven't noticed already by the website links towards the left, I'm totally addicted to online trashy celebrity slag. The thing that's gotten the most attention lately is the release of pictures of Suri "my dad is psychotic and my mom has been brainwashed" Cruise:
Anyway, we'll see what happens. If I don't get an email response from the lady at the UW concert hall soon, I'm going to have to turn my stalking up a notch and give her a little ringy dingy.
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And in a completely unrelated note, if you haven't noticed already by the website links towards the left, I'm totally addicted to online trashy celebrity slag. The thing that's gotten the most attention lately is the release of pictures of Suri "my dad is psychotic and my mom has been brainwashed" Cruise:
Look, I am the first to admit that all this celebrity attention is ridiculous and, often times, very mean-spirited. I read this stuff mainly because I am unemployed (but not for long...?) and use all this ridiculous celeb gossip to inject some excitement and hilarity into my otherwise blah-ish day-to-day activities. And I will maintain, as one who has never been a fan thankyouverymuch, that Tom Cruise is (or at least seems to be) completely off his rocker who has scored himself a beautiful blushing brainwashed bride. But I do have to disagree with all the stupid celeb gossip bloggers out there and say that I think Suri is a really cute baby! And I'm not just saying that because I had hair like that when I was a baby. I think. She's not as cute as my two nieces, of course. But she's very cute. Oh, and by the way, I for one do not think she looks Asian at all! Why do people keep saying that??
9.06.2006
Toots & poots. orDon't read this post if you're eating.
I would just like the entire blogging community to know that Scott just farted in my face as retaliation for my rolling my eyes at him and saying "Duh" to something he said. And then rolling my eyes again and saying "Doy." It smelled like a combination of rotten eggs, diseased flesh and Jazz Strawberries & Cream Diet Pepsi. Hahaha. Ewwww. Also, a dear friend - who shall remain nameless unless he wishes to divulge his identity; bonus points for you if you guess who! - sent me a text message yesterday to inform me that he "just had the biggest BM in his entire life!" Is this all the universe kicking my karma in the arse for telling you all about my bowel issues last week? Eep. Sorry.
Also, I stayed true to my word last night and sent a saccharine-sweet and unbelievably charming email to the Front of House Operations Manager (i.e. my future supervisor...hahaha) at the UW concert hall to subtley (sp?) enlighten her of my overwhelming awesomeness. We'll see if I get any response... And by that, I mean, "I better get a response. Grrrr." Ah yes, that's more like it. Threatening with a hint of Bitterness: just my style. And I responded to an ad on Craig's List for a nearby music store that's looking to hire for their sales staff. Agh. Sales. Not my bag, baby. But at least I get to talk to people about music. That'll take some of the sting off.
"Oh, you'd like to purchase some clarinet reeds for your little child? And does your precious little jewel have a clarinet teacher? No? Oh, how fortuitous! Let me tell you of the Greatest Clarinet Teacher the World Has Ever Known..."
or
"Oh, you're a world famous orchestra conductor who just happens to be passing through northern Seattle on your way back to Berlin? And you are in desperate need of the Greatest Clarinet Player the World Has Ever Known? Oh, how fortuitous indeed!!"
Hahahahahaha. Yes, that's the plan.
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And check this out!
Also, I stayed true to my word last night and sent a saccharine-sweet and unbelievably charming email to the Front of House Operations Manager (i.e. my future supervisor...hahaha) at the UW concert hall to subtley (sp?) enlighten her of my overwhelming awesomeness. We'll see if I get any response... And by that, I mean, "I better get a response. Grrrr." Ah yes, that's more like it. Threatening with a hint of Bitterness: just my style. And I responded to an ad on Craig's List for a nearby music store that's looking to hire for their sales staff. Agh. Sales. Not my bag, baby. But at least I get to talk to people about music. That'll take some of the sting off.
"Oh, you'd like to purchase some clarinet reeds for your little child? And does your precious little jewel have a clarinet teacher? No? Oh, how fortuitous! Let me tell you of the Greatest Clarinet Teacher the World Has Ever Known..."
or
"Oh, you're a world famous orchestra conductor who just happens to be passing through northern Seattle on your way back to Berlin? And you are in desperate need of the Greatest Clarinet Player the World Has Ever Known? Oh, how fortuitous indeed!!"
Hahahahahaha. Yes, that's the plan.
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And check this out!
9.04.2006
Labor Day, Schmabor Day.
Ah, Labor Day. In which our government honors its hard-working citizens by giving them a federal holiday out of the office, thereby giving those such sturdy laborers a day with which to have a barbeque, relax by the lake, take a trip to the beach, lounge about on the couch and watch football, or whatever else your hard-working hearts desire. Or, if you're like me, curse this one additional opportunity for the universe to remind you that you're miserably unemployed and shouldn't even have the right to celebrate this blasted holiday anyway. Pooh. And in a brilliant move which only the likes of myself would dare pull, I chose to commemorate this unfortunate holiday by asking my hard-laboring computer genius brothers for more pity money so that I can feed my non-laboring belly.
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In other news, I feel quite good about the House Manager position at UW. I fully intend to pull the no-holds-barred, shameless, ulterior-motive-filled move in which I find out who might be the immediate supervisor of the currently open position and invite them to a "friendly lunch" during which I blow him/her away by my wit/charm/stunning beauty/brilliance/general awesomeness until they have no other option but to hire me for the job. Ahahahhhahaha. If only.
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And in other, more clarinerdy news: I finally found a reed today that might have a chance of perhaps maybe someday being considered slightly "good." And by "good," I just mean "not quite as overwhelmingly sucky," like every single one of the ten thousand reeds that I have tried to blow on since arriving in Seattle. Huzzah!!! Huzzzzaaaaaaahhh!!!
And in very exciting (but only for me, not you, I'm sure) related news : I'm now only 8 clicks on the metronome away from reaching my goal tempo* on the blasted Mendelssohn Scherzo excerpt (i.e. The bane of Ysabel's existence or The excerpt which Ysabel has literally been avoiding like the black plague for the past 5 years or That which is on every. single. freaking. audition. ever.). I'm sure this in thanks in part to my discovery of The One reed today. Anyway, I know this isn't exciting for anybody but me. Unless maybe if your name is Erin, Ben or Heather. But be happy for me. I order you. It is quite an accomplishment, considering I have the tongue of a cow when forced to articulate anything on the devil stick. Wheee!!!
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In other news, I feel quite good about the House Manager position at UW. I fully intend to pull the no-holds-barred, shameless, ulterior-motive-filled move in which I find out who might be the immediate supervisor of the currently open position and invite them to a "friendly lunch" during which I blow him/her away by my wit/charm/stunning beauty/brilliance/general awesomeness until they have no other option but to hire me for the job. Ahahahhhahaha. If only.
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And in other, more clarinerdy news: I finally found a reed today that might have a chance of perhaps maybe someday being considered slightly "good." And by "good," I just mean "not quite as overwhelmingly sucky," like every single one of the ten thousand reeds that I have tried to blow on since arriving in Seattle. Huzzah!!! Huzzzzaaaaaaahhh!!!
And in very exciting (but only for me, not you, I'm sure) related news : I'm now only 8 clicks on the metronome away from reaching my goal tempo* on the blasted Mendelssohn Scherzo excerpt (i.e. The bane of Ysabel's existence or The excerpt which Ysabel has literally been avoiding like the black plague for the past 5 years or That which is on every. single. freaking. audition. ever.). I'm sure this in thanks in part to my discovery of The One reed today. Anyway, I know this isn't exciting for anybody but me. Unless maybe if your name is Erin, Ben or Heather. But be happy for me. I order you. It is quite an accomplishment, considering I have the tongue of a cow when forced to articulate anything on the devil stick. Wheee!!!
9.02.2006
"Happy peanut soar..."
I have no idea why, but this commercial makes me laugh everytime I see it. And I found one of the actor's blogs online! Here it is.
In other news, the unemployment situation remains unchanged. There is another job at UW that I now have my sights set on. House Manager for the big performance concert hall on campus. It will be mine... Oh yes. It will be mine.
In other news, the unemployment situation remains unchanged. There is another job at UW that I now have my sights set on. House Manager for the big performance concert hall on campus. It will be mine... Oh yes. It will be mine.
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