So, I am beginning to see a pattern emerge through the chaos that can be my life. A very admirable man once told me that you can't grow if you don't stretch. Well, I tried to stretch my septum too far too fast, and now I have to let it grow back (alas, no more nose ring). But that could still be taken as an analogy for my life, so I think I will be 30 ft tall soon,cause boy am I stretching myself. Oh, and before I forget, I'm an uncle again (hooray Bagleys), I'm just bad at my job and forgot to include it in the last post.First and foremost, I got a new job. So long Riverboat, boat friends, boat food, terrible party bands and laid back evenings on the Cumberland. Hello office job, 9-6, daily commute (at least it's against the grain), weekends and evenings free, as well as all the other trappings of middle-age (receding hairline, expanding waistline, 30 yr mortgage).
Actually, the job is pretty cool, and so are the people. The name of the compa
ny is PRG, which stands for Production Resource Group (or Pirates-ARR-Great, more on that later). They are a big, multinational production company, that keeps swallowing up other companies every day. The Nashville office used to be an office for a manufacturer called Vari*Lite. But the company is the real deal, we do everything from Tom Petty, to Victoria Secret and all points between. I have been trying to get on with this company for a bit less than a year or so, so it felt great to make the switch. I even get to keep my hand as an LD with my part time gig, the Schermerhorn Symphony Center.
One of the really cool parts is the people in the office, and the overall vibe of the company. As you all know, Sept 19 is International Talk Like A Pirate Day, And this was the 9th anniversary of the holidays inception (anniversary, not birthday, because anniversary has 50%
more ARRR!!!). Well our office celebrated in high style. I can't tell you how nice it is to come in on a Friday and hear "Ahoy me hearty, Cap'n on the watch." "Aye, tis a fine day for sailin the seas at a blood dawns first light. Be ye afeared to die?"There was costumes, a pirate feast (full of plundered bounty and appropriate food, like scurvy prevention and the Cap'ns parrot) and a treasure hunt. There was even an epic naval battle. The whole thing was great, which is to say, "Aye, Jim lad. These salty sea dogs be ship-shape hoistin the missen mast, and laughin to the thought of ol Davy Jones."
