Big hands I know you're the one

The show Tuesday night kicked ass! We had technical problems while setting up the stage that delayed the opening band for over an hour, but we still rocked into the early morning and drew a small but enthusiastic crowd. I think we played pretty damn well for having only two weeks to learn 24 songs. All in all it was an amazing night, and I can't wait to do it again next week.

Yes, I am now officially a rock star.

After the show I drove maypirate to the airport in Milwaukee. She's off to Otakon! She's been looking forward to this since before I met her. It was wonderful to see her so excited. I hope she has a great time. If anyone deserves a vacation, it's definitely her.

I'm going to try to make it to Gencon this August. I've never been to a convention, and a lot of my friends from Tennessee will be there. Unfortunately I'm not sure I can afford it. I was sort of expecting to be employed by now, which reminds me...

I've been passed over yet again for a job.

I thought (perhaps hoped) I was becoming numb to rejection, but this one stung particularly deep. It was a web marketing position with Pacific Cycle. I really wanted that job, and I felt I was perfectly qualified for it. Yet apparently there was, once again, someone more qualified out there. Yet I refuse to believe that they wanted it more.

I'm so tired. Tired of the job hunt. Tired of rejection. Tired of feeling useless. I inherited my dad's stubborn optimism; I know that eventually I will find work, but the past few months have tested my limits.