Vacation to the Maxx

At least that's what this past weekend was, then I get back and immediately get bombarded with wedding things.

If you are planning on getting married anytime...ELOPE! I'm not joking. I'm dead serious.

So when it comes down to it, I almost had a freak out tonight. I'm planning on being out of town all week next week for the BOA summer symposium thing, then my Mom reminds me of all this wedding stuff that needs to be done. At which point she tries to convince me and make up some reason that I need to be back there this Thursday for no apparent reason, so I can do some running around. I don't know what running around she's talking about, I just need to make some phone calls.

So shower number 2 is this weekend, then the bachelorette party is next weekend, then the wedding. yep. Less than 3 weeks. Then the honeymoon, then coming back to the real world and in less than 12 hours, going back to a job I hate with the fire of 1000 suns. How much does that suck? That and I have A LOT to prove to the principal. I asked him if it was ok for me to move to the band position and his answer was pretty much "only if you can keep them engaged. I want a band that can perform at sporting events and other things." Well, move to a different school. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me. I've never had an authority figure not like what I do. Of course I wasn't given much to work with either. Damn this job sucks. The big music store in Indy is looking for a retail sales representative, I'm thinking about applying. I'd be the person running around to all the schools picking up instruments that need repaired and such. I think I could handle that. Maybe I'll apply. I need a new fucking job. Maybe I'll just go be a Walmart Greeter.