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Well, It's Been a Year

OK. Not quite a year. But almost a year.

Since I've posted anything on this blog, that is.

It's been a little less than a year since I've played George. And Thuddy. And Xan the Grand.

My job swallowed me. I'm still somewhere in the bowels of it. Development season, with its 60-hour weeks, it coming to an end, and support season, with its 60-hour weeks, is beginning. One of the major differences between the two seasons: during development season, we work until the work is done; during support season, we show up at a pre-scheduled arrival time, take a required one-hour lunch break, and don't leave until a pre-scheduled departure time.

Here are my hours for support season (now through April 15):

Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday: 9 a.m. to 7 p.m.
Tuesday: 8 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Friday: 10 a.m. to 8 p.m.
Saturday 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.

The hours are long, but we're forced to take lunch breaks. I don't think I took a single lunch/piano break during development season. I worked 12 hours some days, and I haven't had a Saturday off since early October.

It's a fun job, but it does cut into my non-work life.

Anyway, I'm taking my music books to work with me today. Going to force myself to take a lunch break, even though the support season schedule hasn't yet been instituted for this year.

My left pinky has been hurting for several weeks now--enough that I'm going to the doctor about it next week. I hope it doesn't have too much of an effect on the joy of playing piano.

More later. Gotta get ready for work.

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