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It rained for several minutes last night. I smelled it and woke up around three in the morning. I was also having creepy dreams. I set my internal alarm clock for 6:30 (and an actual phone alarm, just in case). And of course I woke back up clear out of the middle of a dream at 6:29, right before it went off. Erin's Brain: Freaky since the late 1970s.
So I pile my packed lunch and self in the car early this morning, park, stand in line with a host of sleep addled grumpy folks who don't want to be effing standing in front of the county courthouse before eight in the morning on a Monday, set off the arch, get run over with batons, have my entire bag searched (which was kind of amusing since the guy doing it seemed highly diverted by the contents; that job must get boring if found my book on Counterpoint and Russian interesting along with my menacing key chain), only to arrive at the touchpad checkpoint station and discover that my date of birth is incorrect by several years. Go to the side office and the nice lady there reveals to me that they've had a duplicate me in their system since 2009! Yes. So I've been called every year or so because there was more than one of me. They fixed it and sent me home since I just served and I need to now go beat someone with voter registration. Mum pointed out that, in essence, I have been serving jury duty in the place of other people who should have been called for years. You're welcome! :P
In other news, I may possibly have a job in the near future, I hope. It would be part time in the afternoons. *crosses fingers*
Happy Monday!!
I am going to study Russian then practice later. It felt a little like I had a metal band across my right hand so perhaps I need to lighten up on the Hanon. It did not hurt this morning and it did not even hurt, per se, last night, but I like to remain vigilant where these things are concerned and not push myself. It was probably the long, thin muscles in my hand getting quite a workout. Also though, my right hand has probably gotten abused a bit more historically, all things considered (being right-handed). I was starting to feel a little lost in the weeds last night. Keeping up the variety should help. It is, in the end, a lot of seriously hard work no matter how rewarding or fun the process can be and usually is. :S
So worth it though!
So I pile my packed lunch and self in the car early this morning, park, stand in line with a host of sleep addled grumpy folks who don't want to be effing standing in front of the county courthouse before eight in the morning on a Monday, set off the arch, get run over with batons, have my entire bag searched (which was kind of amusing since the guy doing it seemed highly diverted by the contents; that job must get boring if found my book on Counterpoint and Russian interesting along with my menacing key chain), only to arrive at the touchpad checkpoint station and discover that my date of birth is incorrect by several years. Go to the side office and the nice lady there reveals to me that they've had a duplicate me in their system since 2009! Yes. So I've been called every year or so because there was more than one of me. They fixed it and sent me home since I just served and I need to now go beat someone with voter registration. Mum pointed out that, in essence, I have been serving jury duty in the place of other people who should have been called for years. You're welcome! :P
In other news, I may possibly have a job in the near future, I hope. It would be part time in the afternoons. *crosses fingers*
Happy Monday!!
I am going to study Russian then practice later. It felt a little like I had a metal band across my right hand so perhaps I need to lighten up on the Hanon. It did not hurt this morning and it did not even hurt, per se, last night, but I like to remain vigilant where these things are concerned and not push myself. It was probably the long, thin muscles in my hand getting quite a workout. Also though, my right hand has probably gotten abused a bit more historically, all things considered (being right-handed). I was starting to feel a little lost in the weeds last night. Keeping up the variety should help. It is, in the end, a lot of seriously hard work no matter how rewarding or fun the process can be and usually is. :S
So worth it though!
