It’s thursday morning and I’m sorely needing it to be Friday afternoon. At least i’m not at work for 7 today… Maybe Minor Seconds is about to evolve yet again, into a tedious job blog [wrote 32 emails today, missed lunch] with the promise of boring us all to death.
A former employer once suggested that, rather than a calling card, I get custom ballpoint pens made, that would say “Cord Bueker – Professional”. I think if I had some made now, they would say “Cord Bueker – Employee”. It rings truer, and this economy, it’s pretty sexy, right?
Despite the lack of artings, incomplete beats and other bloggy dude solos, I’m still hard at work in the basement–Air War keeps on truckin, and there ain’t no hole in our bucket. In fact we’re playing a house show on Friday: 4209 SE 63rd, in Foster-Powell, starting about 9. Thus will kick off my first three day weekend as a man of abundant employment, in which I will scrill out madly and also perhaps do a thing or two. Heck, I may even drive my car! Ka-Kow!
Tags: AIR WAR, automobile, email, employment, excuses, house, party, pens, show, weekend, work
