It wouldn't have done me any good for it to be any earlier, given that I haven't been home since yesterday morning. Heather's dust-up forced her to return home and I spent last night helping look after her. A certain other fellow was initially very helpful, but later on kind of dropped the ball. It's also a good idea to read the directions on prescription painkillers. Just a memo to any of my friends out there in SMUDS with Slavic last names. <cough>
Heather's mom and grandmother were really nice; they even picked me up and dropped me off at the bus stop. Speaking of which, I had a dream last night that my car had been fixed. I was driving around, rocking out to They Might Be Giants and getting things done. And then I woke up to the alarm on my new phone*. It was the same tune, but it sounded differently.
Things change.
I had an in-person interview with "Z" from Camp Towanda yesterday afternoon. (This was lucky because I brought along causal clothes to change into, which came in handy this morning!) They're looking for a head video guy to coordinate their Friday Night Flix and what-not. I think I could do it; my weaknesses are my dearth of PhotoShop skills (I'm only versed in basic tasks, but I'm a quick study), and also not knowing what's cool - the genre of "camp video" requires a lot of pop-culture music-mix panache that I simply don't possess. Fortunately, I wouldn't be working on my own, and maybe the other members of the media crew could fill in on that end of the creative spectrum. I'm an editing whiz, and I can make things visually interesting, but music makes things come alive.
* - Since people have been asking =) yes, it's the same phone number: (902)-877-WILL (9455). Call away!
