Nine Page Hits!

So I didn’t get the job.  The interview went pretty well.  The guy I met with, the boss, he’s a little strange.  Perfectly nice but just a little strange.  I suppose most men who start their own business are bound to be a bit odd.  I don’t know if I would have worked well there or not.  But thats okay.  I wasn’t all that upset when I got the email saying he was going with someone else.  I emailed him back and said thanks for the interview and keep me in mind for further opportunities.  *shrugs*  They really missed me at the hotel.  I mean, really missed me.  There is a HUGE stack of work still waiting for me to finish.  Becca has said that its not a rush order and she’d rather have me do the work so it will be done correctly.  Clarissa was pretty happy to see me too.  Which makes me feel very loved and needed.  On the flip side, it feels like no one at the church missed me.  Many people asked about the trip, but not a single person said they missed me.  Or ran up to me and grabbed me with a huge hug and a "I’m so glad you’re back!"  I know I got a week of that while I was in NY.  Every other person was running up to me and so excited to see me.  But no one at church had that reaction?  It hurts.

So the end of all that is I’m happy to be back at the hotel.  Except my car died this week.  There are more warning lights on my dashboard than a jet runway and the car trembles and shakes with every move.  Its really just time for it to be put down.  So I’m renting a car for a week until I can sort out a "new" car.  Sadly because it was last minute, all the rental place had left was a Yaris.  Now you’ve got to imagine this.  My car is a 1998 Buick LeSabre.  The thing is a beast.  The Yaris…. is like the pinky toe on the beast.  I barely fit into the damn car.  The rental place is just sold out right now and I’m not doing anything but going to and from work, so for a week I’ll suffer the smallness.  But oh my word, I hate this car.  I’ve driven other small cars and I’ve been encouraged by various people to give something like the Chevy Cobalt a fair chance.  Maybe.  Probably not. Although after driving this Yaris, the Cobalt might feel like a Hummer!

Ugh, I hate car shopping.

PS – Sorry no song.  I just woke up and I want coffee and WoW and a shot of Vicodin to my uterus.  😛

Oh, but I just thought of one more thing.  I’m trying to get myself to start playing my instruments more.  Haven’t been very successful yet, but I revved up the engine on an oboe blog I used to write.  I had written a few articles and started getting a few responses when I was in college. Mostly opinion and Eureka articles about whatever I was doing that week.  (Eureka articles are where I’ve discovered something very cool, which probably every one else already knows, but it was my EUREKA! moment and I wanted to share.)  Anyways, I wrote an article last night when I got home from work about 4am and twelve hours later I had 9 page views.  Okay, okay, thats not a lot of page views compared to the millions of hits other pages might get.  But still!  There are up to 9 people out there who happened upon my site.  In June last year (when I hadn’t been writing in over a year) the page got around 200 hits.  I have no idea why!  Although I found a few music professors who have linked my page to their "Oh, look at this!" list.  So maybe someone found it interesting.  I’m not a blogger, so I don’t know if there are buzz words that people type in search engines that would lead them to my site.  And with search engine websites like Google which stores your browsing history if you let it…  I am not that computer/internet savy.  But still 9 page hits in 12 hours!  Thats out of this world amazing for me!  That might actually be the thing to get me to start practicing again!