Sometimes, it ends up being all about the little happy things in your day that make it a good day. When you have the schedule I do for the next couple weeks, those little things begin to be what you cling to.
I warned one of my managers this week as soon as I got my second job's schedule that I might get a little crazy next week, after I'll have been working for well over a week straight. In fact, technically as far as I have scheduled, I'm working for two weeks straight without a single true day off. Chris reminded me that now my half days are going to have to become my mental days off, considering most of the time I have most of the day to myself, while popping into work for 3-5 hours at some point in the day.
With that set up placed, I've already started getting tired, and we're only on day three. Part of that is my own fault for staying up later than I should have last night (because who isn't pumped up after playing Shostakovitch and Berlioz?), and part of it was due to a not-great night of sleep.
I made the executive decision today that I would need to grab a coffee at the Starbucks just down the hallway from work, and since I forgot to buy breakfast groceries yesterday, needed to grab breakfast too. When I got to the counter, both baristas looked at my face and asked if I wanted a double shot in my mocha rather than just the single. Because I'm on the broke side, I knew I really couldn't afford the extra shot, and I probably wouldn't need it anyway. Well, apparently the barista making my drink "accidentally" pushed the double shot button rather than the single. I didn't argue, but I did smile about her thoughtfulness (whether on purpose, or not).
When I did get into the office, I found out that I was the morning person on the window, which isn't really my favorite, but it generally is a quiet place to be. (Seeing as I'm currently updating my blog after doing all of my side tasks...) My first customer of the morning was an elderly man and his wife who had waited for months to hear about the In the Mood performance in March, and upon hearing that sales started at 10 am this morning, decided to wait right at my window to make sure he could get exactly the seat he always sits in. Most of the time those types of people can be really hard to deal with, but he and his wife were very patient (I think they could see the coffee beside my computer and the dark circles under my eyes), had a great sense of humor, and in general were a good way to start my day.
Of course, like any day, it's had its ups and downs. I've now spent three hours on this blog, which means different events keep happening. I did just have the opportunity to have a several minute conversation with the new Associate Conductor of SSO, who is a mere 7 years older than I am. I asked him how he did it, after prefacing my question by stating that I was going to be candid. He started his sentence with, "Well, when I went to Julliard..." I think there's no choice where I should go to graduate school if I want to get somewhere...or something. That will be something to ponder. For someone who is already so successful in their career though, he's super friendly and down to earth.
I also can't be too unhappy about this day because I may have just gotten contacted for a gig. It means fudging my work schedule (again) and now stretching a long weekend of performances into two weeks of performances, but how can you complain? Here's to hoping this all works out...though if the mood swings of all of today's revelations continue, I think I might go batty.
I didn't really intend this post to become an ongoing status update of sorts when I started it. I really only wanted to post a little tidbit of happiness, and then interesting things kept happening. The whole point being that as long as I keep focusing on the positive, I will be able to keep optimistic, even when life is getting a bit crazy.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Monday, October 14, 2013
To my friends currently in school...
I wanted you to know I commend you. I'm proud of you. And I'm a little bit jealous, too.
It's easy to settle into the post-college mindset of working full-time, and pondering how hard your life is. Gosh, weren't those the days when all you had to do was get up, look presentable, and head to a large room to listen to someone talk at you at length about something they are an expert of?
The reality, I'm realizing, is that while working full-time is difficult, so was school. And while in comparison to what I'm doing now, school seemed simple, I also remember how much I wished to just go join the "real world" and be working rather than just doing homework. The type of difficulty is different.
I recently got reminded that working full-time isn't superior to going to school full-time. And with that reminder came the acknowledgment that I had recently become downright condescending of people who were students. I was wrong. To be blunt, you guys are working your asses off, and with little tangible reward. I, at least, work lots of hours and end up with some type of paycheck. And when I get done with work, I don't have to go home and do more of it.
I miss the flexibility I had in college the most. My professors were amazingly understanding when I would inform them that I might miss a lecture because of the opportunity to play a gig that coincided. Jobs aren't nearly as understanding.
I have more time to have hobbies. I have less time to build up my embouchure and work on my actual music career. My life revolves around the paychecks coming in, and the checks I'm writing to pay that money away. It's a little depressing, and a little freeing, because it leaves decisions up to me. I'm learning lessons that I wish I had learned in college about the consequences of not paying attention to my money, and realizing that having fun now when I can't afford it, leads to even less fun further down the road. I hated hearing that from others, but now it's my turn to state it.
Growing up is hard. Life is hard. But my goal is to learn from it, and keep moving forward!
P.S. If anyone was interested in seeing me play, I've got a whole herd of performances coming up in November! Wagner, Shostakovitch, Ewazen, and more!
It's easy to settle into the post-college mindset of working full-time, and pondering how hard your life is. Gosh, weren't those the days when all you had to do was get up, look presentable, and head to a large room to listen to someone talk at you at length about something they are an expert of?
The reality, I'm realizing, is that while working full-time is difficult, so was school. And while in comparison to what I'm doing now, school seemed simple, I also remember how much I wished to just go join the "real world" and be working rather than just doing homework. The type of difficulty is different.
I recently got reminded that working full-time isn't superior to going to school full-time. And with that reminder came the acknowledgment that I had recently become downright condescending of people who were students. I was wrong. To be blunt, you guys are working your asses off, and with little tangible reward. I, at least, work lots of hours and end up with some type of paycheck. And when I get done with work, I don't have to go home and do more of it.
I miss the flexibility I had in college the most. My professors were amazingly understanding when I would inform them that I might miss a lecture because of the opportunity to play a gig that coincided. Jobs aren't nearly as understanding.
I have more time to have hobbies. I have less time to build up my embouchure and work on my actual music career. My life revolves around the paychecks coming in, and the checks I'm writing to pay that money away. It's a little depressing, and a little freeing, because it leaves decisions up to me. I'm learning lessons that I wish I had learned in college about the consequences of not paying attention to my money, and realizing that having fun now when I can't afford it, leads to even less fun further down the road. I hated hearing that from others, but now it's my turn to state it.
Growing up is hard. Life is hard. But my goal is to learn from it, and keep moving forward!
P.S. If anyone was interested in seeing me play, I've got a whole herd of performances coming up in November! Wagner, Shostakovitch, Ewazen, and more!
Monday, September 30, 2013
A day of misadventures...
I'm not very graceful, unless I'm dancing. Similarly, I have a tendency to get myself into situations rather clumsily, and always seem to get back out of them with even less grace. Today was just one of those days...
When working down at the symphony, we have special access to some of the restrooms up just outside one of the performance halls. They're down a long hallway, with the entrance to the men's restroom just before the drinking fountains, and the women's further down the hall after them.
Ever since I got hired, and started actively using the restroom, I've had a fear of walking into the wrong bathroom when in a particularly absent-minded state of being. Never mind the fact that there's rarely anyone else in the bathrooms, I've always worried about the embarrassment just to myself of moseying right into the wrong fancy bathroom.
Well, all the set-up aside, today I did it. I was totally spacing out as I walked, and ducked right into the men's restroom. The problem is, not only did I not realize that I had walked into the wrong bathroom, but my boss (a man, if you were wondering) was standing in said bathroom, washing his hands. (I know...thank God he was only washing his hands!) It took my brain a couple seconds to figure out what I was seeing, and then a couple seconds of 'Oh! Hi!' and getting a weird look from him for me to look to my right and realize I was looking at urinals. I'm not sure my face could have gotten more red. I booked it right out of that bathroom, while giggling incessantly while explaining how long I had feared doing that very thing. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or just laugh for a long, long time.
Well, work was busy up until the very end, after which I hurried up and over the hill to go to a rehearsal for a trio for a friend's senior recital. The rehearsal went very well, but of course, being me, I wasn't paying close attention to what I was doing. Said friend was kind enough to offer me a ride to the transfer point for the bus, but not three blocks from school, I realized that I had left my cell phone in the string studio. The string studio that was now locked. The locked string studio for which no one at school had the key. Except campus security. Campus security, whose phone number was saved in my phone. *sigh* So, a hilarious misadventure of trying to contact them by looking them up on the SPU website on a computer inside the music building, and calling them using a dying cell phone ensued.
Let's just say I'm happy to be home, and to have my iPhone sitting beside me, right in my sight. And to be back to my house where the bathrooms don't have gender assignments. It's just been one of those days...
When working down at the symphony, we have special access to some of the restrooms up just outside one of the performance halls. They're down a long hallway, with the entrance to the men's restroom just before the drinking fountains, and the women's further down the hall after them.
Ever since I got hired, and started actively using the restroom, I've had a fear of walking into the wrong bathroom when in a particularly absent-minded state of being. Never mind the fact that there's rarely anyone else in the bathrooms, I've always worried about the embarrassment just to myself of moseying right into the wrong fancy bathroom.
Well, all the set-up aside, today I did it. I was totally spacing out as I walked, and ducked right into the men's restroom. The problem is, not only did I not realize that I had walked into the wrong bathroom, but my boss (a man, if you were wondering) was standing in said bathroom, washing his hands. (I know...thank God he was only washing his hands!) It took my brain a couple seconds to figure out what I was seeing, and then a couple seconds of 'Oh! Hi!' and getting a weird look from him for me to look to my right and realize I was looking at urinals. I'm not sure my face could have gotten more red. I booked it right out of that bathroom, while giggling incessantly while explaining how long I had feared doing that very thing. I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or just laugh for a long, long time.
Well, work was busy up until the very end, after which I hurried up and over the hill to go to a rehearsal for a trio for a friend's senior recital. The rehearsal went very well, but of course, being me, I wasn't paying close attention to what I was doing. Said friend was kind enough to offer me a ride to the transfer point for the bus, but not three blocks from school, I realized that I had left my cell phone in the string studio. The string studio that was now locked. The locked string studio for which no one at school had the key. Except campus security. Campus security, whose phone number was saved in my phone. *sigh* So, a hilarious misadventure of trying to contact them by looking them up on the SPU website on a computer inside the music building, and calling them using a dying cell phone ensued.
Let's just say I'm happy to be home, and to have my iPhone sitting beside me, right in my sight. And to be back to my house where the bathrooms don't have gender assignments. It's just been one of those days...
Saturday, September 28, 2013
The downside of being busy
I've been busy. Ridiculously busy. And trust me, I wouldn't give anything up about it, considering how much I hate being bored. Free time has become an enemy of sorts, since even one day off will leave me wondering what I should be doing with my time.
Well, now I've found myself with two jobs, and three gigs that are all in performance or rehearsal mode. This coming week, I have one evening where I have nothing going on...or I should say, had nothing going on, since I managed to schedule in going to the symphony that night.
The busy-ness doesn't really hit me until I realize that other friends are doing stuff like going out for drinks and having parties on the weekends, kind of like we did in college. I'm not sure I'll get to be that person in my twenties, considering I almost always work weekends...and if I'm not working weekends, I'm playing some kind of gig on the weekend.
It makes me wonder if I'm missing out on some vital piece of my youth. I'm probably overstating the importance of a social life, but my generation seems to hold having an active social life in high regard. Even in high school, I remember the importance of the fun parties on the weekends, or going over to a friend's house on a Friday night after school got out to get to spend the night. I didn't do a lot of that, since most of high school I was an out-of-district kid, so most of my friends thought I lived out in the boonies. Side note, I still lived in the actual city of Yakima, but past where the bus ran...oh, inconvenience.
Books have always been my friends, and more recently, fiber arts have taken up a lot of my free time. I want to start sewing again, though I'm not sure where in my life I would stick that in.
Anyway, I guess the question I've started posing for myself is whether having a social life would make that big of a difference in my life, or is it better to just concentrate on work and my career? At this point, I don't really have money to spend going out for drinks or eating out with friends, so why not just keep my nose to the grindstone and work on getting out of debt? Maybe I'll get around to my social life later?
Anyway, this has just been another session of musing while it's slow at work. I'll check in at a later date and let you all know the conclusion I come to...if I ever do.
~Allison
Well, now I've found myself with two jobs, and three gigs that are all in performance or rehearsal mode. This coming week, I have one evening where I have nothing going on...or I should say, had nothing going on, since I managed to schedule in going to the symphony that night.
The busy-ness doesn't really hit me until I realize that other friends are doing stuff like going out for drinks and having parties on the weekends, kind of like we did in college. I'm not sure I'll get to be that person in my twenties, considering I almost always work weekends...and if I'm not working weekends, I'm playing some kind of gig on the weekend.
It makes me wonder if I'm missing out on some vital piece of my youth. I'm probably overstating the importance of a social life, but my generation seems to hold having an active social life in high regard. Even in high school, I remember the importance of the fun parties on the weekends, or going over to a friend's house on a Friday night after school got out to get to spend the night. I didn't do a lot of that, since most of high school I was an out-of-district kid, so most of my friends thought I lived out in the boonies. Side note, I still lived in the actual city of Yakima, but past where the bus ran...oh, inconvenience.
Books have always been my friends, and more recently, fiber arts have taken up a lot of my free time. I want to start sewing again, though I'm not sure where in my life I would stick that in.
Anyway, I guess the question I've started posing for myself is whether having a social life would make that big of a difference in my life, or is it better to just concentrate on work and my career? At this point, I don't really have money to spend going out for drinks or eating out with friends, so why not just keep my nose to the grindstone and work on getting out of debt? Maybe I'll get around to my social life later?
Anyway, this has just been another session of musing while it's slow at work. I'll check in at a later date and let you all know the conclusion I come to...if I ever do.
~Allison
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Taking advantage of a mid-week day off!
I feel like true days off are becoming wonderful mini-holidays for me. And for all of those in my life, because it means that I'm actually getting out of my little work-centered world, and instead having adventures! I had a fun trip this morning, so I thought my wonderful friends and family might like a break from the constant updates about work.
I got to have a morning out on the town today! Chris (my boyfriend, in case you missed that update) decided to take me out for a mid morning brunch, and we went to Lowell's, one of the restaurants in Pike Place Market. I had standard breakfast fare: scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast, with a glass of orange juice. We got to sit at a table with a view over Elliot Bay, and discussed the ferries coming and going between Bainbridge Island and Bremerton and Seattle.
We walked around the market for a little bit, enjoying the fact that it was relatively empty since it was a weekday morning. Chris steered me down into the lower levels of the Market, and we dropped in to the comic book store to pick up another Star Wars poster. He already has a reprint of the original Return of the Jedi poster, but with a little rearranging, found room on the wall for both other posters from the original trilogy. He only bought The Empire Strikes Back's poster, citing A New Hope's poster as reason to go back another time.
We didn't stick for too much longer in the Market because one of my goals for coming downtown was to try and find a good winter wool coat before the temperatures start to plunge. When I went through my wardrobe in preparation for moving to Switzerland, I had realized that a couple of my old coats just weren't up to snuff any more, and had been planning to get a new one before I left. I've always wanted a good quality black pea coat, and decided to swing by Nordstrom Rack to find one while I was downtown. Turns out it's hard to find a wool coat in September in Seattle at the Rack, so I turned to the great downtown Macy's (which is huge, if you've never been), and not only found an awesome new pea coat for much less than I had budgeted, but also three new tops for work that put me right within my original budget. And, I have to be proud of this fact...Chris actually pointed out one of those three tops, asking, "Hey, isn't that something you would wear?" Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!
After shopping success, we ran back to the Market to swing by Le Panier (an awesome French bakery) to pick up two big loaves of bread as our final errand. Overall, one of the more fun and productive mornings off I've had, and I still managed to get some cleaning done and a couple other errands run this afternoon, after kicking a particularly awful headache when I got home.
Not much else to report, other than a really early day tomorrow, opening at one job, then going and working another shift at the second job...but then I get to dress up and go out on the town for a concert entirely of music composed by Ravel at the symphony that night! Super excited!!! Then comes a hellish weekend, with a show late Friday night, opening at job #1 on Saturday morning, then pulling a 9.5 hour shift at job #2, then probably coming home and crashing until my show on Sunday (which is a matinee). Yup, this girl goes hard.
Hopefully see you all on the other side!
~Allison
I got to have a morning out on the town today! Chris (my boyfriend, in case you missed that update) decided to take me out for a mid morning brunch, and we went to Lowell's, one of the restaurants in Pike Place Market. I had standard breakfast fare: scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast, with a glass of orange juice. We got to sit at a table with a view over Elliot Bay, and discussed the ferries coming and going between Bainbridge Island and Bremerton and Seattle.
We walked around the market for a little bit, enjoying the fact that it was relatively empty since it was a weekday morning. Chris steered me down into the lower levels of the Market, and we dropped in to the comic book store to pick up another Star Wars poster. He already has a reprint of the original Return of the Jedi poster, but with a little rearranging, found room on the wall for both other posters from the original trilogy. He only bought The Empire Strikes Back's poster, citing A New Hope's poster as reason to go back another time.
We didn't stick for too much longer in the Market because one of my goals for coming downtown was to try and find a good winter wool coat before the temperatures start to plunge. When I went through my wardrobe in preparation for moving to Switzerland, I had realized that a couple of my old coats just weren't up to snuff any more, and had been planning to get a new one before I left. I've always wanted a good quality black pea coat, and decided to swing by Nordstrom Rack to find one while I was downtown. Turns out it's hard to find a wool coat in September in Seattle at the Rack, so I turned to the great downtown Macy's (which is huge, if you've never been), and not only found an awesome new pea coat for much less than I had budgeted, but also three new tops for work that put me right within my original budget. And, I have to be proud of this fact...Chris actually pointed out one of those three tops, asking, "Hey, isn't that something you would wear?" Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!
After shopping success, we ran back to the Market to swing by Le Panier (an awesome French bakery) to pick up two big loaves of bread as our final errand. Overall, one of the more fun and productive mornings off I've had, and I still managed to get some cleaning done and a couple other errands run this afternoon, after kicking a particularly awful headache when I got home.
Not much else to report, other than a really early day tomorrow, opening at one job, then going and working another shift at the second job...but then I get to dress up and go out on the town for a concert entirely of music composed by Ravel at the symphony that night! Super excited!!! Then comes a hellish weekend, with a show late Friday night, opening at job #1 on Saturday morning, then pulling a 9.5 hour shift at job #2, then probably coming home and crashing until my show on Sunday (which is a matinee). Yup, this girl goes hard.
Hopefully see you all on the other side!
~Allison
Saturday, September 14, 2013
Life, as it probably will be for a while...
I do a lot of these posts. I'm realizing that these occasional updates often start with a title about life that sounds reflective and possibly somber, but really, just expect a long blurb about what's going on. Yup, this blog has become that interesting, especially now that I'm done with school.
Speaking of being done with school, it's really weird. All summer I've struggled with the idea that I'm no longer going to sit in a desk or a practice room for hours upon hours five days a week. The reality that I would most likely end up working two jobs seemed daunting.
Well, I've finally settled in. It's been a long first week of juggling my schedule, but I survived a work week that was six days long and somewhere in the realm of 50 hours of work. Whew! It also included three days of rehearsals, and the opening night of a musical. Sleep has been at a premium, and I've found myself having way too many dreams about work as I train at my new job in the box office at Seattle Symphony (which, may I mention, is kind of a minor dream come true?).
Normal grown-up life is definitely different from that which I lived as a student, but I think I'm actually enjoying it more. I love the freedom to do what I need to do, and not having some large portion of my paycheck getting thrown into the incidental costs of school such as books or sheet music. HOWEVER, I'll admit, that freedom is going to be short-lived, considering student loans will go into repayment sooner than later. In the meantime, my goal is to make sure that by January, I'm financially in a place to pay for my monthly loan payments, as well as my other bills, with some money actually in my savings (for probably the first time in four years...oops). Here's to crossing my fingers that it works out! At this rate, working the hours I am, I'm hopeful that I'll be set for loans and maybe even getting a car someday soon...hope springs eternal...
In the meantime, life itself is good, though my only source of social life is through my housemates and my coworkers, but in some ways, I'm getting used to it. It's not necessarily perfect, but this extrovert is learning to accept that introverted-ness can be good, especially when all day is spent talking to customers and coworkers. And, maybe, just maybe, because of downtime at work, I may start updating my blog regularly again! But, don't hold your breath...
Two more shows this weekend, a rehearsal for a trio on Monday, and then we start all over again! Work work work work work play horn work work.
Until I come up with more interesting things to talk about!
Allison
Speaking of being done with school, it's really weird. All summer I've struggled with the idea that I'm no longer going to sit in a desk or a practice room for hours upon hours five days a week. The reality that I would most likely end up working two jobs seemed daunting.
Well, I've finally settled in. It's been a long first week of juggling my schedule, but I survived a work week that was six days long and somewhere in the realm of 50 hours of work. Whew! It also included three days of rehearsals, and the opening night of a musical. Sleep has been at a premium, and I've found myself having way too many dreams about work as I train at my new job in the box office at Seattle Symphony (which, may I mention, is kind of a minor dream come true?).
Normal grown-up life is definitely different from that which I lived as a student, but I think I'm actually enjoying it more. I love the freedom to do what I need to do, and not having some large portion of my paycheck getting thrown into the incidental costs of school such as books or sheet music. HOWEVER, I'll admit, that freedom is going to be short-lived, considering student loans will go into repayment sooner than later. In the meantime, my goal is to make sure that by January, I'm financially in a place to pay for my monthly loan payments, as well as my other bills, with some money actually in my savings (for probably the first time in four years...oops). Here's to crossing my fingers that it works out! At this rate, working the hours I am, I'm hopeful that I'll be set for loans and maybe even getting a car someday soon...hope springs eternal...
In the meantime, life itself is good, though my only source of social life is through my housemates and my coworkers, but in some ways, I'm getting used to it. It's not necessarily perfect, but this extrovert is learning to accept that introverted-ness can be good, especially when all day is spent talking to customers and coworkers. And, maybe, just maybe, because of downtime at work, I may start updating my blog regularly again! But, don't hold your breath...
Two more shows this weekend, a rehearsal for a trio on Monday, and then we start all over again! Work work work work work play horn work work.
Until I come up with more interesting things to talk about!
Allison
Monday, August 12, 2013
Long overdue for an update
Last everyone had heard, I was working my butt off to get to grad school, with two jobs and no social life. Well, I'm down to one job. My same old job, actually. And I still kind of don't have a social life, but I'm enjoying some of the quiet that comes from that. Lots of reading and knitting happening on my few days off.
Here's the gist of what's going on with life:
After a lot of consideration, especially in terms of where I was financially, I realized that I was not prepared to head off to Switzerland in September. Yeah, it really is disappointing, but I'm glad that I faced reality, and didn't try to go in spite of my preparation. And in the meantime, I can use the year to practice and get lessons in while taking gigs and the like to keep my face up. I would hope that I'll be an even better horn player because of the time.
I also have decided to stay with Starbucks. I've been averaging 25-30 hours of work each week, and while not totally ideal, it's money in the bank, and gives me time to do the practicing I need to do. It's a big adjustment after a year of working maybe 15 hours around my school schedule, but it's nice to find myself with only one job instead of my traditional 2-3.
One major change to life in Seattle I'm hoping to implement this year will be the addition of a car to my life. I don't like the idea of the bills that will come along with it, but after four years of getting everywhere on the bus, and having to do my grocery trips limited to what I can carry, I'm ready to be able to have the convenience of a car. Now I just have to find a reasonably-priced one.
I've had lots of fun this summer on my days off too! One awesome memory was jumping in a Cessna with Chris and his dad and little sister to fly to Salem for the Amico family reunion. Lots of sun and swimming, and some really fantastic food were all perks, plus it was fun meeting so many nice people.
Here's the gist of what's going on with life:
After a lot of consideration, especially in terms of where I was financially, I realized that I was not prepared to head off to Switzerland in September. Yeah, it really is disappointing, but I'm glad that I faced reality, and didn't try to go in spite of my preparation. And in the meantime, I can use the year to practice and get lessons in while taking gigs and the like to keep my face up. I would hope that I'll be an even better horn player because of the time.
I also have decided to stay with Starbucks. I've been averaging 25-30 hours of work each week, and while not totally ideal, it's money in the bank, and gives me time to do the practicing I need to do. It's a big adjustment after a year of working maybe 15 hours around my school schedule, but it's nice to find myself with only one job instead of my traditional 2-3.
One major change to life in Seattle I'm hoping to implement this year will be the addition of a car to my life. I don't like the idea of the bills that will come along with it, but after four years of getting everywhere on the bus, and having to do my grocery trips limited to what I can carry, I'm ready to be able to have the convenience of a car. Now I just have to find a reasonably-priced one.
I've had lots of fun this summer on my days off too! One awesome memory was jumping in a Cessna with Chris and his dad and little sister to fly to Salem for the Amico family reunion. Lots of sun and swimming, and some really fantastic food were all perks, plus it was fun meeting so many nice people.
I'm excited to see what's in store for this next year, even though it wasn't what I originally thought it was going to be. I think the break from school after 17 years straight will be good for my soul (and my brain!), and working in customer service some more probably will motivate me to go right back to the books. Meanwhile, I'll be playing in the SPU orchestra again this year, so if you feel like coming for a listen, you'll know one place to find me!
~Allison
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